Date: 11/22/2015
Attending:
Jake, Joey, Justin, Dave
Absent: Aaron
– out of town Africa
Start Time: 7:30
pm
End Time: 10:40
pm
XP awarded: 8,000
Game time
elapsed: 1 day
Enemies
Defeated: the Knights of Culminos (but
only the violinist confirmed slain)
Notes:
The knights
ride west into the hills, trying to make a bee line for Halvenspring. The going
is rough, and the rocky hills and scattered foliage make for slow going.
Shortly after lunch they notice that there is a distinct lack of wildlife in
the area, and the vegetation seems unhealthy.
They press onward but keep an eye on the plant life, and slowly watch it
progress into complete blight as they ride. That evening after the sun sets
they spy a building on top of a hill about 2 miles distant, by seeing the light
in the windows.
They press
on to find a low one story inn named the Hill Pillow. Bajol detects evil and
notices that the air seems filled with an evil miasma. They enter the inn and
are greeted by the proprietor, a withered crone who introduces herself as
Noella. The party is struck by the noticeable lack of conversation in the tap
room and scans the patrons.
Against the
wall next to the giant fireplace is a youth playing a melancholy tune on a violin.
Across font him flanking the fireplace is a woodsman with a bow leaning against
the wall. At a table a fat Halfling chortles to himself as he plays with a set
of cups and dice, and at another table is a man with a long thin waxed mustache
idly toying with a dagger. Three young women stare off into space at a third
table, and finally at a fourth table four stout peasants hunch over tankards.
The knights
swagger in, and begin talking to everyone. The mustachioed man is openly
hostile, the violinist seems absent, and the woodsman is rudely reserved. The
women seem in shock. Fyn steps out onto the porch and has a pleasant conversation
with the fat halfing (who goes out as well) while Bajol has an aggressive exchange
with the mustache wearer and the woodsman. Fyn and the Halfling realize that
they are on opposing sides and both reenter the inn, right as things build to
ahead with Bajol and the others. Frumious meanwhile has been trying to speak
with the women, who ask for help. He
sends them (and the peasants, their servants) to their rooms. They exit. When
Frumious confronts the violinist, who he has identified as magically
communicating with another far distant – the violinist’s voice changes and
says, “I have landed at the shore. You killed my servant, now try my knights.”
Realizing that this group of adventurers serve Culminos the banished Solarian, the
room immediately erupts into violence.
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