Two weeks after sending the ghost of Olofaren to his rest, several of the Raiders sat around the table in the parlor. Tienarth and Ferris discussed the many potions produced over the previous months, and some were handed out. Tienarth lamented two failed attempts at creating a new wand. He shared his desire to raise … “Session #116 – Mole Men and a Dwarf Named Grubbycheek”
Category: Tienarth’s Raiders
Session #115 – The Ghost of Olofaren, Elven Artist and Lover
After returning from Doukreg, the raiders spent an extended rest at the homestead near St. Orlan. Soon after returning, the Red Jacket Rangers swept into the province around St. Orlan, taking food and horses at will. No repayment could be expected for this, although notes were issued for items taken in some cases. A few … “Session #115 – The Ghost of Olofaren, Elven Artist and Lover”
Session #114 – Giant Half-Orc Loses Helmet
Just as Aderian made to empty his boots of water, they turned to the sound of splashing water as a waterlogged zombie crawled out. To its shriveled flesh clung a ragged loincloth and three giant leaches, long dead. “Turn back ye raiders of the forgotten shrine!” it croaked. “The savior was never meant to return. … “Session #114 – Giant Half-Orc Loses Helmet”
Session #113 – Behind the Door of the Doukreg Shrine
Exhausted from the long campaign in Tosasth in the springtime, Tienarth’s Raiders were determined to relax over the warmer months. During this time, a few events in the area were noted along with some achievements from Tienarth himself. After weeks of study, the old elf worked at enchanting a dragonhide shield for Jerker using the … “Session #113 – Behind the Door of the Doukreg Shrine”
Session #112 – Terror at the Tower
The giant automaton called Molokotu raged over the dead city of Tosasth. It’s serpentine limbs flailed, knocking down already-crumbling buildings. It moved aimlessly, crushing ancient structures beneath mechanical feet. Blasts of thunderous energy from the gruesome grin added to the mayhem and destruction. Tienarth and the others fled south, beyond the city boundary and then … “Session #112 – Terror at the Tower”
Session #111 – Attention! Molokotu approaches Doukreg! Escape or Find Shelter!
On the 8th day of the 5th Month, that one called Bear, they woke well-rested and satisfied having destroyed both a devil and a golem. While discussing plans, Ferris offered that he would return home to deliver word to Stoyk, the young paladin that he ought to come to Tosasth. His particular abilities would be … “Session #111 – Attention! Molokotu approaches Doukreg! Escape or Find Shelter!”
Session #110 – Demolishing a Devil and Ganking a Golem
On the 6th day of the Bear, they rose to a sunny day in Tosasth within the Ebril Estate. After a quick breakfast, they headed for Nimue’s tower. They met no undead in the streets. Ferris crept into the tower while the rest of them stood in the central square, sharing slugs of brandy. Jerker, … “Session #110 – Demolishing a Devil and Ganking a Golem”
Session #109 – Recruiting New Troops and Scooping Some Loot
On the 16th day of the month of Angels, the party rode to Slateholm in search of retainers. They visited several taverns to spread the word and settled at the Dancing Toad to receive applicants. Longstream handed over a dried up cake he’d carried around for most of a year, one he’d been given at … “Session #109 – Recruiting New Troops and Scooping Some Loot”
Session #108 – The Despair and Retirement of Ghevont the Cleric
Ghevont and Jerker found the hidden door that led to Dimfaldir, and then they marched on to Kegh Buldohr where they found Dayhve the Fishmonger, uncle of Raffi and Riffle. Riffle happened to be present with Longstream to hear the sad news of Raffi’s death. After delivering the body and their condolences, the cleric and … “Session #108 – The Despair and Retirement of Ghevont the Cleric”
Session #107 – Assault on the Residence of Celaena Wysaphyra
Aderian and Jerker, weary from battle and the effort to repair the breach in the wall made by the fleeing gnolls, shuffled through the door of the manor and flopped down on ancient sofas. They smelled of old horse hair and more recent gnoll musk, but the combination of exhaustion and the dwindling daylight made … “Session #107 – Assault on the Residence of Celaena Wysaphyra”