Minutes pass, as the party told their origin, hunting goblins in the swamp, rescuing Mogo from the Soggy River monster gathering their first few wagons and heading onto the Varisian road.
The Son of the Sandpoint Devil
"The road away from Sandpoint was supposed to be the easy part of the journey," said Cale, "relatively bandit free, it was supposed to be the quiet part of the journey. Except for the Sandpoint devil."
"It was my fault," Shalelu spoke, and being a woman of few words everyone listened. Even Cale, who was closest to the Elven ranger was surprised enough that he paused before arguing.
"It wasn't anyone's fault Shalelu," Cale said.
"I should have spotted the girl," Shalelu said.
"No-one spots me I don't wanna be spotted," Jenny boasted, "but anyway it was my fault."
"Hey, kiddo don't go blaming yourself," Darktread interjected.
"Would you people stop taking the blame and tell me what happened?" Ulf seemed eager to cut to the chase. Kelda and Kiyoko leaned in, they hadn't yet joined the caravan when the party had fought the Sandpoint Devil.
Shalelu began to speak, and Ameiko had to give the elf woman credit she was a natural storyteller.
For many long decades I had served as a defacto guardian for Sandpoint. Adventurers had come and gone and come again in my time there. Years ago I had aided a particularly strange group of adventurers who eventually discovered the lost city of Xin-Shalast. We slayed the Sandpoint Devil.
"Wait, the Sandpoint Devil was already dead?" Ulf interrupted.
"A Sandpoint devil was dead," Replied Cale, "now shush."
In any case, recently rumors were sprouting in the hinterlands, I'd seen the signs. Slain cows, burned crops. I thought I might be away from Sandpoint for a while, and thought perhaps to put those rumors to rest one way or another before heading to Brinewall. So I asked Cale, Brando, Mordred, Darktread and Rorrin for their assistance in slaying the Sandpoint Devil. We left the Caravan on the road, confident we could catch up to them in the next town.
Brando, Mordred and I were able to find sign of the Sandpoint Devil relatively quickly. We tracked it to a cave in the Varisian wilderness. We had it cornered. We rushed in.
To be honest the fight that followed was brutal, we could barely scratch the beast and it was only made worse when we discovered that Jenny and Mogo had not only stowed away on the Caravan but had followed us to the cave. The Sandpoint Devil is a monster in every sense on the word. Seeing the vulnerable girl and goblin it let loose upon them. Cale ran to stand between them and the beast. Mordred put them upon his battle cat Albion, sent them out of the cavern.
The Devil's wild attacks crashed into nearby natural pillars. The cave was going to come crashing down on us all. I would have stayed to see the beast slain, but I realized Cale would have done the same. I would not see my friend die, not when we had more friends to protect on the road ahead.
"You saved us both Shalelu," Cale said, putting a calming hand on the elf's shoulder.
"We never saw it die Cale."
"A cave collapsed on it, nothing could survive that," Cale responded.
Shalelu didn't respond.
Darktread was about to say something, but was poked in the ribs.
Next Time: The Automatic Hound