Got a new lead on Na’ilic recently, didn’t take much convincing to get the rest to hop onboard, we all have our reasons I suppose for wanting to find him so much. This one might pan out, livestock slaughtered and men gone missing. Shame the weather is so crappy, slowing our progressing considerably. I’m getting real sick of hearing Echo bitch and moan about it. Ugh… city folk piss me off sometimes. Should reach a small village called Haven soon.
You know a good way to piss me off? Get me to pay for my Inn room and then get me to chase after you through the woods in the dark during a downpour. We had barely started to get dry when we get attacked by some horror touched assholes and had to chase down our target through the woods after that. Sigh… At the least we know the info we got on Buckland and Horrors was right. Hopefully the weather will be better tomorrow when we head out.
And we got ourselves a couple pairs of new hands to join our merry little horror hunting group. Tuck and Poe seem alright, I gotta say I like Tuck’s style, gives a little chant and she strides right into the thick of things. Takes her lickings and dishes them out in return. Poe seems a bit skittish to me, doesn’t help that the damn nethermancer Xola tried to take a bite out of him for cowardice right after fleeing from that ogre and dragging it onto Tuck so she had to face both at once. Crazy Orc. The new girl echo hits pretty hard with that big axe of hers glad we brought her along for this run. If we keep encountering this many horror minions, I’m going to need more arrows. I’ll start fletching some new ones soon. I still have the arrow I carried away from Thorns Blessing, just waiting for a chance for me to send it sinking into Na’ilic’s soon to be corpse. Soon… Briarose and I shall have our Vengeance.
Well, that village was definitely defiled by a horror. I’ll be having nightmares again for the next few weeks. It seems like sometimes I can’t make a difference no matter how hard I try. Those poor smiths, I tried, but could do nothing to help them. Their skin literally sloughed off in my hands as I tried to pull them out of that furnace of a smithy. piles of dead created by victims driven insane. I can fix none of it.
I suppose I should focus on the positives. we did manage to save a number of the villagers who had taken refuge in the mayor’s manor. Had we done nothing, I’m sure their fates would’ve been sealed in bloodshed.
I wonder who the man in the chains was in that mill. Was it simple mindless hatred that led the horror to sticking him in that trap? Could I have done something different to save his live? I keep thinking back, but knowing what I did then, I believe I would make the same decisions again.
Still, the best thing to come of this recent adventure is the sense of fellowship I feel building between my companions. Initially there was much hostility, I suppose I’m lucky they don’t fear me more for my heritage. But everyone really pulled together in the mill, it took every single one of us to overcome that evil, and now we all know it. It’s the foundation of trust being built that gives me hope for the future.
On the Road Again…
Things have settled down in the days following the purge of the Mill. I believe we can lay the blame for these atrocities squarely on the shoulders of Ni’hiloc. In the aftermath, we received a visit from a messenger with word that we were welcome to come visit a mysterious mage who learned of our actions. I believe our group will take up the offer to further our cause against the horrors and those who aid them.
Ran across what would have been a very nasty ambush. If the bandits had bothered to remove the evidence of their last attack they may very well have destroyed us. As it was, we spotted a destroyed caravan and were able to approach and detect their presence. It was a fast and brutal fight, they were professional mercenaries and well equipped. thankfully we hit them while they were pinned in and overwhelmed them quickly. We took wounds in the fighting and decided to rest overnight.
That decision was a mixed blessing as we were attacked in the night by a bandit patrol/resupply group. They were not professionals, but rather… cultists? They left an obvious trail back to their base that we followed the next day.
What we found was rather disturbing. A bandit outpost had been constructed and was well defended and contained what I believe are at least 2 adepts. They also had several women held prisoner and being used for forced labor. Naturally we were upset by what we saw, but options available to us aren’t that great. We are outnumbered quite badly and a frontal assault would be a disaster. I think our best option is a stealthy nighttime raid. We will discuss our options and form a plan before we commit. May Garlen protect us and the ones we would save and protect in the coming day.
So as it turns out our groups is nowhere near as stealthy as I would like. perhaps in our downtime I can teach them to not step on every branch and leaf that litters the ground. Sigh… We were quickly spotted on our approach to the tent holding the prisoners and a pitched battle ensued. Thankfully shortly before our assault a like minded individual came sniffing out the bandit camp as well. It appears that many have been affecting by the misdeeds of the bandits below. Our new friend is quite handy with that axe of hers and stalwart as well.
It saddens me that once again the twins were wounded in our efforts and will need to rest for several days to recouperate. The battle was swift and merciless but the enemy had no adepts on their side. It appears that the about half the camp moved into a cave behind the waterfall in the rear of the encampment shortly before we launched our raid. Scouting out the cave while my companions sorted through the aftermath of our first battle showed me a deeper cave complex that we will have to explore if we wish to find our new companion’s sister.
We decided to push on and leave our wounded behind with the prisoners we rescued, but are joined by the prisoner who was chained to the post in the yard. She is the same woman who led the horror tainted individuals to the tavern that rainy night a few weeks ago. Perhaps our meeting is not chance but fate intertwining our paths. Regardless we all have our reasons for pressing onwards and have banded together.
The first room we came upon had several cultists guarding it who were quickly dispatched. They were guarding a sort of map, or miniature city. Something about the topography made me think of the great river to the south and I believe it shows a position of a lost city from the before times. Well, this was quite the find I think so I made a detailed copy in my journal of the city map before we plucked several jewels from the model city. Some papers and books were found in a study/bedroom but we have yet to go through those thoroughly. The final prisoner is still unaccounted for and we will press on looking for her and more clues as to the whereabouts and activities of Ni’iloc.