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During my downtime I would like to see if I can have my broadsword silvered, which is usually at a cost of 180 gold.

Controller attempts to pin defender, which I believe does not require a check.

Grapple check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Seeing Donovan (accidentally?) hurting himself I attempt to grapple him.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

I speak Orcish. That's practically Draconic.

With his friends' agreement, Ugluk takes the magic axe and claims the were-leopard's head (or attempts to.) Assuming there are no hiccups, he points towards the passageway they haven't been down yet.

"We should head down this way," Ugluk says, "It'll be faster to clear out the rest of the dungeon now rather than come back and do it later."

Ugluk starts to walk in that direction. The others decide whether they're following or not. And he sees...

Ugluk says, "I say we take his head back to Alma as proof that we completed the mission. But first, there's more cave to explore. What do you say, comrades?"

...right now! Calling the attention of the gnolls with a quick circuit of the thunderdome, Alexander and Amani galloped back down the hill, with four hyenas in hot pursuit. With a combination of bolts from her short bow and a liberal sprinkling of caltrops, Amani managed to down one of the slavering beasts.

Hearing enemies approaching, Scorpius and Stark immediately took flight, in a lady-like manner that very closely resembled Tauza's last cowardly actions. Only Hipoc and Ugluk braced themselves like the true heroes they were to spring the trap. True to form in the super-fair world of Katapesh, Amani and Alexander tumbled off the horse, bound together, and wounding one another in the fall and their subsequent farcical attempts to right themselves. But by then battle was joined.

The non-cowardly portion of the group united to rout the remaining three hyenas. Inexplicably (and unusually, considering Alexander was there) Scorpius took credit for the kill, even though he only returned in time to deliver the coup de grace to one of the hyenas. Sadly, Alexander's horse was left in critical condition, but the group returned to camp without event.

Now but one last obstacle stands between the party and their intermediary goal of freeing the town from the diabolical gnolls: one last brazen assault on the hilltop arena.

Stark was an odd little gnome in bondage gear. The bizarre creature that carried his leash (which Hipoc alone recognized as an Eidelon) called himself Scorpius. Despite the peculiarity of the situation and repeated entreaties, Scorpius insists that Stark is his slave and of no importance, and Stark does not respond even to attempts to speak in Gnomish.

The newly refurbished crew took Garavel's entreaties to engage the gnolls much more seriously than the last group, which wandered around killing animals for unclear reasons. After a lengthy battle with a pack of drooling gnolls, the enervated party was set upon by the peryton! Despite its incredible resistance to blows, a series of flanking moves by the fighters and charge after devastating charge from Alexander put paid to the gruesome chimera.

The group moved on to it's final destination: the top of the hill the town sat upon. Alexander and Amani rode up the hill to attract a few straggling gnolls into an ambush set by Ugluk, Hipoc, Scorpius, and his slave. Unbeknownst to Alexander, Amani had sneakily bound herself to him instead of the saddle. Would the ambush be successful? Would Amani's idea turn out to be terrible? The answers to all these burning questions and more...

After readily despatching the gyre bird, which was naturally just trying to save its babies, Redleg tromped all over camp attempting to receive money or credit for the incredible victory. Sadly, it was to be the last for both Redleg and Tauza.

After a hearty meal of gyre bird stew (and the increasing friendliness of the chef) the group wandered off into a very reasonable attack by a pack of eight gnolls. Redleg was incinerated with one blow. Tauza was downed by a flurry of blows as he attempted to flee, lady-like, from the scene of battle. Amani, rather inexplicably, was picked up and readily hauled off the scene by a medium sized, fully encumbered NPC. But, such is just the natural level of fairness of life in Katapesh.

After mourning her comrades and swearing not to give up a single copper piece of their shares, Amani was joined by two (three?!?) new mercenaries. Ugluk, a mysterious half-orc who conveniently no one has asked about his background yet, and an even odder couple. But more on that after this station break.

Hmm, okay. So, we woke up in the morning to learn that Voland the witch had run off like the cowardly traitor he is. After an abortive consideration of whether to follow him, the group was mollified to learn that Alexander Nevsky, a "brave" cavalier had joined them in Voland's place. Alexander's modus operandi is to take credit for everything the group does.

Together the party explored the outskirts of town where Amani called for help dealing with what she described as a "dog" and what we all rather inexplicably perceived as the size of a horse. It turned out to be a dire boar roughly the size of a rhinoceros who proceeded to methodically rape each of us in turn, Vaseline-free, until Alexander's heroic charge saved the day. Unable to drag the massive porcine away with his horse, and rather inexplicably unable to interpret the swine's size directly, the group was forced to hack off the head so that Alexander could ride into town with it atop his lance.

After a meal of pig's brain stew (and the increasing admiration of the chef and disgust of Garavel) the crew emerged from the healing tent to a loud noise.

"I-caw! I-caw!"

It was a massive gyre bird! Or was it? To be continued...