We then moved to the barn to finish the other two and to hopefully rescue the fire-pelts master. The doors to the barn where shut and Moxie examined them for traps. Finding none she said that they were probably barred from the other side. The big guys up front beat and battered the doors open and we were set upon by more ogre-kin. Being unskilled and out matched we overcame them. They fought to the last man, never a thought about surrender or quarter. People were moving around in the barn, two catwalks lined the outer walls of the barn each ending at a door. There was also a huge double door on this floor barred from this side; definitely keeping something inside the ogre-kin didn’t want to deal with. The troupe split into three parts two parts to either door at the end of each catwalk and a third was keeping an eye on both the house and the progress in the barn. I was with the latter.
Simon and Shelalu were at the barn’s door looking out into the rain watching the house and I was at the base of one of the cat-walks ready to aid either side, uncomfortably waiting for something to burst through the large door in front of me. The guys on the catwalks disappeared into the room beyond the doors and a cry came out that the group on the right side had found people in a cage and couldn’t tell how badly they were hurt. I looked at Simon and he shooed me away to go and help. I asked that Desna please save and revive these men and even though I felt her power course through me the men remained unconscious. I helped get them to their feet and walk them slowly to the barns ground floor. The whole time I was doing this the rest of the troupe’s attention was on a gigantic spider web that filled the entire rest of the barn. And I had a clue as to what the ogre-kin were afraid of. As I had almost reached Simon with the person in tow a scream and fight broke out behind me. It ended before I could react. One big dead ogre-spider. As Simon would say “WTF over” I don’t know what it means but he says things like that at times like this. Oh, one of the prisoners was both the fire-pelts “master- friend” and the ranger the half-orc and Shelalu had been looking for.
As I tended the wounded, Shelalu and the ranger moved away from the rest of us and started talking to each other. Ok maybe Shelalu started talking very loudly at the ranger. The other two rangers, Kaven and Vale, gave us a grave report. It would seem that while the Black Arrows were out a large group of ogre-kin had taken their home, Fort Rannick and have all but wiped them out. Eager to travel onward to Fort Rannick we moved towards the house hopefully to find it empty, t’was not the case however. Decay and death filled the air as we opened the door. A gross display of cookery and bowls filled to overflowing with mangled body parts. The smell alone would gag the best of us but the congealed blood and the thick cloud of bloated flies was too much we moved to the next room without Moxie checking it and got reminded that there is always time for caution. Simon took a nasty cut from a trap; I’ll check him for disease later. I along with the rest of us just wanted out of the “kitchen”. In this room we could see the nasty workings of the trap that just sliced Simon and Moxie was able to disarm them. She was looking a little pale but now that I think of it so did everyone else. We started moving through the house killing, destroying any foul thing that showed itself. Simon and especially Rikert were on a mission to kill anything remotely evil. I could see Rikert’s veins on his neck as they bulged, everyone was tense. Then it happened Moxie checked a door and we went in ready for the next assault on our senses but we weren’t ready for what waited there.
The huge, bulbous, fat, disgustingly ugly, matriarch of these ogre-kin laid waiting for our entry into her bedroom. Her bloated body floating just above the filth covered floor. The lust in her eyes for whatever she wanted from us was plain for all to see. She must have known that we had just killed everything that was between her and the rest of humanity and she hadn’t a care in the world. She was going to feast on us and she knew it. Ogre-kin and zombies attacked at the same time she did, my world had become suddenly black. I was wet and movement was difficult, the smell, the sights, even the taste, was horrific. I didn’t want anything to touch me. I felt that if it, any of it got on me I would surely succumb to it’s disease. I feared for my friends, I feared for us all.