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Session 10
Our time in town was short, as there was not too much to do other than restock our supplies. Of course, I was able to purchase myself a magic rod to aid in the use of my powers. The particular one I bought, from some old crone, bolsters my defenses when I cast my curses. We also received information about a keep not too far from Winterhaven that may be the source of some of what's going on with these Orcus artifacts we've found. It seems that many years ago this keep was built on a rift that connected to the Shadowfell itself. The building was meant to be a stopper of sorts to keep the undead and horrors from coming through. Well, now it seems that seal is either breaking down or someone (something) is trying to break it open. Undead have been reported in the area and things are not looking good. Of course, these warnings are widely dismissed and few can see what is happening, so it is up to us to investigate and fix said problem.
On the road to the Keep on the Shadowfell, we were waylaid by a band of hobgoblins. While they pressed us and did some damage, we overcame them and were able to move on, resting before finding the keep and entering it's foreboding confins. Once inside, we were set upon by goblins in a room that offered three avenues deeper into the keep's bowels. During this battle, we discovered (the hard way) a pit filled with rats in the center of the room. I quickly hoisted Corrick out with my telekinetic powers, lest our fighter be devoured by rats when he could be hewing down goblins. The battle was over quickly and we chose one of the three corridors pretty much at random. This passage snaked side to side as we continued and ended in two sets of doors. Instantly we noticed a bloody smear on the ground which told us that something with a lot of blood (or a lot of bloody things) were dragged from one room to the other. Choosing the room staight ahead of us, we entered a torture chamber. Here several goblins served a hobgoblin torturer in his gruesome work, and none of them were happy with the interruption. The torturer himself proved to be a tough advesary, lighting Quinn on fire a couple of times with his flaming brands and implements. Eventually, we dispatched with his assistants and I turned the tables on him by lighting him aflame instead with the Flames of Phlegathos. Little was left after the liquid fires we through with him. In exploring the room, I found an area with a few prison cells. In one of these dank pens we found a Drow Elf. I had never personally encountered one before, but I had heard enough stories. Being as he was a prisoner of the same creatures we've been fighting, I did not see a reason to outright fear him. Interestingly, I noticed that Quinn (being a surface elf) did not shun or immediately hate this dark cousin of his, as I'd heard his kind usually does. Also, this new elf is a mute. Through some hand gestures and eventually writing, we found out his name is Kel Vekkios and he was more than willing to join our rag tag group.
He turned out to be a useful addition, as no sooner did we decided to continue and follow the blood smear through the other doors (truly we must be seeking death, as our behavior defies all sens of self preservation), than Hanz began to feel ill. Some sort of stomach ailment took hold of him and he excused himself from us, heading back outside to 'answer nature's sudden and unrelenting call'. Perhaps he knew something we did not, as our next battle was not so easy.
Through the doors we saw a long corridor with a few side doors and passages. Kel Vekkios crept forward (he's quite stealthy, even more so than his kind are touted as being) and found some goblin guards sitting at a table. Being a mute, he was unable to communicate clearly his plan, but regardless I am sure he had good reason for his following actions. Quickly he leapt out and fired his hand crowsbow at the guards. And missed. Then, capitalizing on their surprise, he fired again (missing again), grabbed their warning bell and fled toward us. I can only assume that he planned on preventing them from using the bell, however, their shouts seemed to work just as well and soon there was a flood of the creatures coming after us. Corrick and Quinn waded in to cut them down, while Fargrim and Kel provided their support as well. I held back a bit, lobbing curses and eldritch blasts on to the creatures. Before we could really deplete their numbers, a large goblin joined the ranks. Quinn, who speaks goblin, later told us the foul bloated one was called Vargat the Fat (or something like that). He was powerful, hitting hard and took quite a beating before we put him down. Being as I did not really get too close to the fray, I suffered only a minor wound from which I quickly recovered afterwards.
On the road to the Keep on the Shadowfell, we were waylaid by a band of hobgoblins. While they pressed us and did some damage, we overcame them and were able to move on, resting before finding the keep and entering it's foreboding confins. Once inside, we were set upon by goblins in a room that offered three avenues deeper into the keep's bowels. During this battle, we discovered (the hard way) a pit filled with rats in the center of the room. I quickly hoisted Corrick out with my telekinetic powers, lest our fighter be devoured by rats when he could be hewing down goblins. The battle was over quickly and we chose one of the three corridors pretty much at random. This passage snaked side to side as we continued and ended in two sets of doors. Instantly we noticed a bloody smear on the ground which told us that something with a lot of blood (or a lot of bloody things) were dragged from one room to the other. Choosing the room staight ahead of us, we entered a torture chamber. Here several goblins served a hobgoblin torturer in his gruesome work, and none of them were happy with the interruption. The torturer himself proved to be a tough advesary, lighting Quinn on fire a couple of times with his flaming brands and implements. Eventually, we dispatched with his assistants and I turned the tables on him by lighting him aflame instead with the Flames of Phlegathos. Little was left after the liquid fires we through with him. In exploring the room, I found an area with a few prison cells. In one of these dank pens we found a Drow Elf. I had never personally encountered one before, but I had heard enough stories. Being as he was a prisoner of the same creatures we've been fighting, I did not see a reason to outright fear him. Interestingly, I noticed that Quinn (being a surface elf) did not shun or immediately hate this dark cousin of his, as I'd heard his kind usually does. Also, this new elf is a mute. Through some hand gestures and eventually writing, we found out his name is Kel Vekkios and he was more than willing to join our rag tag group.
He turned out to be a useful addition, as no sooner did we decided to continue and follow the blood smear through the other doors (truly we must be seeking death, as our behavior defies all sens of self preservation), than Hanz began to feel ill. Some sort of stomach ailment took hold of him and he excused himself from us, heading back outside to 'answer nature's sudden and unrelenting call'. Perhaps he knew something we did not, as our next battle was not so easy.
Through the doors we saw a long corridor with a few side doors and passages. Kel Vekkios crept forward (he's quite stealthy, even more so than his kind are touted as being) and found some goblin guards sitting at a table. Being a mute, he was unable to communicate clearly his plan, but regardless I am sure he had good reason for his following actions. Quickly he leapt out and fired his hand crowsbow at the guards. And missed. Then, capitalizing on their surprise, he fired again (missing again), grabbed their warning bell and fled toward us. I can only assume that he planned on preventing them from using the bell, however, their shouts seemed to work just as well and soon there was a flood of the creatures coming after us. Corrick and Quinn waded in to cut them down, while Fargrim and Kel provided their support as well. I held back a bit, lobbing curses and eldritch blasts on to the creatures. Before we could really deplete their numbers, a large goblin joined the ranks. Quinn, who speaks goblin, later told us the foul bloated one was called Vargat the Fat (or something like that). He was powerful, hitting hard and took quite a beating before we put him down. Being as I did not really get too close to the fray, I suffered only a minor wound from which I quickly recovered afterwards.
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