Round Four
Ragnir will swing and miss the second Orc.
Kaos will receive some additional healing from Haskyll.
The second Orc will cut into Ragnir. The first Orc will miss.
Anga will hit the first Orc with aMagic Missile.
Haskyll provides more healing to Kaos.
Ulfgard Agrimmoshes the second Orc.
The combination of Anga and Mordea was enough to drop the fist Orc.
Victory!
The party sees a bound and gagged human warrior. You dropped in on the Orcs before the greenies cut the female out of her golden armor.
Make sure none of them will get up.
Haskyll moves over and roughly cuts the womans bonds.
To KaosMake sure your sharpen your axe after this, laddie. Orc necks are verry bad for that.
Anga walks over to the woman. Good day, Miss. Are ye injured?
Removing his weapons ulfgard helps kaos to drag the bodies and kick the heads out of the building, and lets the girl talk to the girl.
Freed from her bonds the woman removes her gag, "Thank you all. You have saved me from a tortuous death. Heaven be praised!"
When Anga asks about her condition, the woman struggles to stand. She puts her right hand on a flaming sword symbol on her golden breastplate, her left at her side below the breastplate. There she is bleeding from a gaping cut that struck just below the breastplate, "I fear that I am wounded and may need further assistance."
Anga can tell that the woman is just hanging on to consciousness. Yet, she stood up tall and straight. And tall she is at just over six feet. Not as tall as Kaos, but taller than the majority of human females.
The woman, her faced stained with both the green blood of Orcs and her own red blood speaks again, "Who are you? And why are you here? Though I am truly thankful that you have come and at this time."
"Give her your attention, Haskyll. Let no one say being saved by dwarfes is half-hearted. Especially if we can, um save a woman!" With a sheepish smile at mordea Ulfgard continues cleaning this place.
Aye, I can be doing that.
After checking that the orc bodies will not be getting back up.
"Thank you all. I am pleased to be rescued by any for the cause of good," you could visibly see the relief on the woman's face as Haskyll's healing washes over the knight. "I am Calrianne Blix, a Knight of Ozem and I am in your debt."
Oh, don't fash ye self over it, we would save anyone from orcs. Well, not other orcs, or trolls or...hmmm a lot of evil folk I guess. Simply do the same for others an the debt is paid. Ah am Anga Runedaughter, that's Ulfgard Strongfist, Haskyll Stonereaver, Ragnir Brightaxe and the two longshanks over there are Mordea and Kaos Axehands. Anga points at at each of her party in turn.
Our task is...well...we seek answers for an attack on a town
Looking at Kaos, "I don't know. It has been a while since Orcs have attacked with in Lastwall." The knight responds.
Looking at Anga, "Attack on a town. What town?" The knight says with an air of deep concern.
You have been sailing down the River Kestrel. It flows from Belkzen into the northern borders of Lastwall. Lastfall is protected by the Knights of Ozem, an order devoted to Iomedae. This way station services river traffic and provides a disembarkation point for people and supplies heading inland to Castle Firrine, the nortwest border stronghold for Lastwall. Not far from here the River Kestrel merges with the River Esk. You will eventually be traveling upstream on the River Esk. This is where the horses are needed.
"It was just me. A relief detachment is scheduled to arrive in the morning. Now again, what Town was attack? And why are you in Lastwall?" The woman drinks a swig of water out of a jug. Then offers the jug to the party.
The town that was attacked was Trunau. As for why we are in Lastwall, we were looking into the matter of the attack.
He will take a drink of the water, and pass it back to her.
"Trunau. I see. That town is no stranger to Orc raids. Where are you heading?" The knight is still a little puzzled as to why you are in Lastwall.
upstream on the river esk. Exactly where...we're nay certain. Tis an investigation, ye ken
Sorry Lass, I didn't want to tell you this, but your goblin stompers outside are all dead from a set of wolves.
The knight has a stoic look upon her face, "They were good steeds. They deserve a good burial. I feared they would not be spared from the Dire Wolves. Thank you for letting me know in a kind way."
would ye be knowing anything about the ghostlight marsh? tis something we seek there.
"Something from the Ghostmarsh attack Trunau? Everyone in these parts know to avoid the Ghostmarsh. The Will-o-wisps will get you and the swamp will swallow you up. A little while back, a whole squad of Knights ventured into the swamp. They never returned. Another squad went looking for them, they never returned. So a whole company of Knights went in to the swamps. They never returned. Knights no longer go into the Ghostmarsh," the stoic knight looks a bit less stoic. She shivers.
Unfortunately I don't have anything that can help you with the Ghostmarsh. I still don't understand what could be attacking Trunau from those terrible marshes," Calrianne seems a bit perplexed.
"Well, we have to find out! Glad to help you, woman, but we have a boat to catch!"
Aye, that is where we are bound.
Haskyll starts to look over the orcs bodies for anything that might be useful.
If we cannot use it, I suggest we leave the gear here.
Calrianne grows visibly excited at the mention of Redlake Fort and produces a map of the abandoned border stronghold. The knight informs the party that her ancestor, a man named Fabian Blix, was the fort’s cleric. Fabian died during the final siege of the fort, but one of his sons, "My Great-Grandfather, he escaped through a hidden sewer tunnel," she reveals.
Calrianne’s map shows the majority of Redlake Fort, including the sewer tunnel, which Calrianne believes is submerged. Additionally, the knight says, I would be interested in knowing of Great, Great-Grandfather Fabian’s fate, should the you learn anything about him while you are there."
Meybe they is a bit of confusion. The attack nay came from the marsh. It was orcs and giants and trolls. We put paid to them. But they was interested in something there. Tis all. The Fort is our ultimate destination.
Calrianne hears Anga, "Giants! Orcs get a fanatical leader and organize from time to time. That is nothing new. But Giants, this is grave news." She will offer her map of Redlake Fort to the party. "We have dead to bury," the knight will say in a matter-of-fact tone.
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"THank you mylady. Well if we hear anything baout your ancestor... we will inform you!"
Well, I think we will be leaving all but the Antitoxin, the gold and your gift to us.
Ragnir looks at the Knight, appraising her, and asks, politely "Somethin' in yer voice belays that ye be concerned about yer Great, Great Grandpap? Somethin' else goin' on there, lassy? Mayhaps we c'n be helpin'?
Calrianne looks at Ragnir, "My great, grandfather didn't talk too much about it, but the original castellan of the fort was apparently a vile and despicable man. He caused my great, grandfather to have nightmares most of his life. My great grandfather never spoke specifically about it. But you knew it was bad what ever it was that disturbed him."
Later, Captain Bloodtusk maneuvers the keelboat closer to shore. He sets the crew to the task burying the dead. The Captain agrees to wait until the relief squadron comes at which time he delivers his cargo of weapons and armor to the Knights of Ozem.
While waiting Haskyll will take the 15 minutes to prepare 2 spells.
Alright, who is still hurt.
"It was just me. A relief detachment is scheduled to arrive in the morning. Now again, what Town was attack? And why are you in Lastwall?" The woman drinks a swig of water out of a jug. Then offers the jug to the party.
Anga renews her spells
You set up watches over night, but thankfully nothing interrupts your rest.
Day Twenty
A detachment of three Knights arive at the fort on horseback with two extra horses in tow. They arrive about midmorning. Good thing too, Captain Bloodtusk was getting a bit antsy. The detachment leader, a stern faced human removes his helmet. He is an imposing looking fellow with a flat top haircut, "Report! What has happened here?"
Calrianne give the Sergeant her Report.
The Sergeant sneers in anger, "I warned them about assigning only one Knight to the way station. This will not happen again. You need to report to the Commander."
The Sergeant thanks the party for their assistance. He hands Captain Bloodtusk a pouch. He then orders the two other Knights to tend to the way station. They load one of the spare horses with the armor and weapons provided by Captain Bloodtusk. Calrianne takes the other spare horse. The Sergeant and Calrianne leave for Fort Firrine, but not before Calrianne once again gives a warm thank you for her rescue.
"Good. Let's get moving," Captain Bloodtusk says. Everyone boards the Keelboat and heads down stream.
Ragnir stomps down to the hold, setting himself near the cage. And talks to her as if having a normal every day conversation. "Le's just be makin' sure ye're not thinkin' o' gettin' loose. Keep in mind I was all f'r splittin' yer head with me axe when we first caught ye. Ye'd be doin' me a favor if ye tried to escape. So if'n ye're a good little captive and stay put, ye'll save me the trouble o' havin' te clean up me axe after notchin' yer skull."
Taking his old place Ulfgard does again a great job keeping the boat on course!