So I am quite behind on doing the write ups (Three Sessions at the moment) so this will be brief.
When last we left our heroes they were camped outside the village of Blackwater nursing their wounds both to body and pride. There was a brief discussion about heading back into Blackwater and getting vengeance on/or Grimbol’s gold back but instead the party made the choice to head back towards the Abby of the Dreamer to complain to the abbot about being sent after a fake book.
And so they started marching along the road south and on through the night the travelled in the hope to catch up to Higgins to convince him not to tell the abbot how Aiken tried to murder him, an uneventful day follows but as they travelled through the night they could hear the sounds of battle up ahead.
Off away from the main road they could see a camp with several wagons belonging to the some of the Wondering Folk, commonly referred to as Wood Elves, under attack by a group of mostly humans. There were dead elves on the ground while women cried out and the humans tried to round up the children and place them in a caged wagon. The battle was brief and one sided with Team Awesome quickly dispatching the slavers, one of which, a young Halfling shot out a bolt of lightning from a magical cod piece almost frying Grimbol who claimed the item as his own. Also during the fight a cleric of Vim named Garlon joined our heroes as he had been camping with the elves. The party searched the bodies and found a Codpiece of Lightning, a lesser spell store sphere, an amulet to the God Hydra which allows someone to cast Bane and the survivors of the camp offered up a family heirloom as thanks in the form of a +1 longsword.
After burying the dead elves and piling the corpse of the slavers they moved on assuming that these bandits have a camp near by the party, joined by Garlon, went off following the tracks the caged wagon had made. Everyone apart from Aiken went as he spent his time playing a soft calming song for the children leading them away from the scenes of carnage and stayed with them for protecting all the while trying to charm some of these freshly widowed women, which was rather ineffective despite his charming manner and since they had just seen their friends and family murdered they oddly weren’t in the mood to explore alternative grieving methods.
Meanwhile the rest of the party had been tracking where the slavers had come from and after an hour or so came across a clearing littered with humanoid bodies and a large man clad in blood red scale mail armour simply reaching down and with his bare hands dismembering the fallen bodies. Looking to the now very wary adventurers the stranger says that he told them not to raid so close to the Bloody Barons territory and they had to be punished. While talking to him they slowly spread out around him, Torvad leaving his blade in the ground and approaching with open arms, it became clear that this crimson warrior was indeed in league with the slavers and had only killed them because they had disobeyed him. Equally clear was how since they had arrived to witness this punishment they too would have to be killed, this warrior showing no fear at all to being surrounded by five armed adventurers.
Almost as one they attacked, Torvad summoning his blade to his hand in one swift motion to strike this stranger who simply blocked the great sword with his forearm. The battle, if you could call it that, was strangely one sided with the stranger not even lifting his blade out the dirty but striking with his fists with unnatural strength cracking bones and blocking blades with ease while taking the best that the party could throw at him and attacks that would split a Goblin in two hardly left a scratch, it was clear that the party was being toyed with. Shortly after the battle began Feanaro could hear a strange extremely high pitch whistling sound echo through the clearing and the strange warrior was clearly angered by it shouting “NOT NOW! I’M BUSY!” at nothing but air and soon after the noise got louder until the stranger cried out in pain and rage turning his back on the adventures trying their hardest to kill him and he shifted, his body growing in size, red wings springing forth, scale mail armour giving way to deep crimson dragon scales as he shifted into his true form a very large and terrifying Red Dragon, though thankfully the creature looked wounded from the many blows dealt to it. With a promise of retribution and a slow lingering death the next time they met the Dragon flew off deeper into the forest.
When last we left our heroes they were camped outside the village of Blackwater nursing their wounds both to body and pride. There was a brief discussion about heading back into Blackwater and getting vengeance on/or Grimbol’s gold back but instead the party made the choice to head back towards the Abby of the Dreamer to complain to the abbot about being sent after a fake book.
And so they started marching along the road south and on through the night the travelled in the hope to catch up to Higgins to convince him not to tell the abbot how Aiken tried to murder him, an uneventful day follows but as they travelled through the night they could hear the sounds of battle up ahead.
Off away from the main road they could see a camp with several wagons belonging to the some of the Wondering Folk, commonly referred to as Wood Elves, under attack by a group of mostly humans. There were dead elves on the ground while women cried out and the humans tried to round up the children and place them in a caged wagon. The battle was brief and one sided with Team Awesome quickly dispatching the slavers, one of which, a young Halfling shot out a bolt of lightning from a magical cod piece almost frying Grimbol who claimed the item as his own. Also during the fight a cleric of Vim named Garlon joined our heroes as he had been camping with the elves. The party searched the bodies and found a Codpiece of Lightning, a lesser spell store sphere, an amulet to the God Hydra which allows someone to cast Bane and the survivors of the camp offered up a family heirloom as thanks in the form of a +1 longsword.
After burying the dead elves and piling the corpse of the slavers they moved on assuming that these bandits have a camp near by the party, joined by Garlon, went off following the tracks the caged wagon had made. Everyone apart from Aiken went as he spent his time playing a soft calming song for the children leading them away from the scenes of carnage and stayed with them for protecting all the while trying to charm some of these freshly widowed women, which was rather ineffective despite his charming manner and since they had just seen their friends and family murdered they oddly weren’t in the mood to explore alternative grieving methods.
Meanwhile the rest of the party had been tracking where the slavers had come from and after an hour or so came across a clearing littered with humanoid bodies and a large man clad in blood red scale mail armour simply reaching down and with his bare hands dismembering the fallen bodies. Looking to the now very wary adventurers the stranger says that he told them not to raid so close to the Bloody Barons territory and they had to be punished. While talking to him they slowly spread out around him, Torvad leaving his blade in the ground and approaching with open arms, it became clear that this crimson warrior was indeed in league with the slavers and had only killed them because they had disobeyed him. Equally clear was how since they had arrived to witness this punishment they too would have to be killed, this warrior showing no fear at all to being surrounded by five armed adventurers.
Almost as one they attacked, Torvad summoning his blade to his hand in one swift motion to strike this stranger who simply blocked the great sword with his forearm. The battle, if you could call it that, was strangely one sided with the stranger not even lifting his blade out the dirty but striking with his fists with unnatural strength cracking bones and blocking blades with ease while taking the best that the party could throw at him and attacks that would split a Goblin in two hardly left a scratch, it was clear that the party was being toyed with. Shortly after the battle began Feanaro could hear a strange extremely high pitch whistling sound echo through the clearing and the strange warrior was clearly angered by it shouting “NOT NOW! I’M BUSY!” at nothing but air and soon after the noise got louder until the stranger cried out in pain and rage turning his back on the adventures trying their hardest to kill him and he shifted, his body growing in size, red wings springing forth, scale mail armour giving way to deep crimson dragon scales as he shifted into his true form a very large and terrifying Red Dragon, though thankfully the creature looked wounded from the many blows dealt to it. With a promise of retribution and a slow lingering death the next time they met the Dragon flew off deeper into the forest.
And that’s where we left this session. I’m glad I got to but a big scary Red Dragon model on the table though it would have been much better if the wing hadn’t broken off in transit to the game. Team Awesome did very well against the bandit slavers and did a LOT of damage to the Dragon who may or may not learn not to play with its pray so much in the future (Dragon’s being vain who knows)