107. Jolly Boating Weather

Tramping through the snow, the party arrive at the farmhouse which Kradorn, somewhat hastily scouts out. He is eager to get inside and get a fire going.
It is a two storey building with an impressive front door covered by a porch. There are four windows downstairs and five upstairs, all shuttered. The back has a similar layout but two of the downstairs windows are unshuttered and one of these is broken. Behind the main farmhouse stand two barns, a stable and two single storey cottages. The front door of the farmhouse is unlocked and the interior seems almost completely intact, untouched even.
Cynan and who ever else wants to comes with him searches the house thoroughly while everyone else waits in the hallway. Gildor notices as well as his own wrinkly skin, his leaf patterned leather armour is looking decidedly pale and a bit yellow around the edges.
The house is well furnished, if a little dusty but strangely untouched by the three hundred years that has passed since its occupants died.
The search finds nothing lurking in the corners or the cupboards, apart from a long dead body in the kitchen. Once Cynan has buried the body under the snow, he makes a fire in the parlour and lights it with his flint and steel. Kradorn gives a moan of joy and starts stripping off his wet clothes.
At this point Kalam mumbles something and keels over. Continue reading “107. Jolly Boating Weather”

106. Like Rats In A Maze

The party grab what they want and move further into the narrow tunnel when there is a thump from overhead and a bang from the other side of the secret door. Dirt trickles down from the rafters overhead.

Gildor checks for traps and if there’s a locks on the gates.
“Give me some room Talo, scoot back a ways.”

Gildor finds a hidden trigger at the start of the tunnel which when depressed causes something at the far end to give a metallic click.

Gildor says, “Sounds like I triggered something further up. Let me check out the bars more thoroughly and see if we can move them out of the way and keep going. 90 cm isn’t too wide though.”

Gildor examines the bars more closely, to try and figure out how to get past them. Continue reading “106. Like Rats In A Maze”

105. Like Rats In A Trap

The party reach the armoury about 5 minutes later with no more encounters with ghouls, by which time Gildor’s Levitation spell has faded and he’s trudging through the snow like everyone else. They get within about 20m when two ghouls burst out of the armoury, the first carrying what looks like a small limb in its mouth – its hard to tell if its an arm or a leg – with the second ghoul trying to grab a piece for itself. The creatures hiss and snarl at each other, oblivious to the party.
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104. Hit & Run

“Did anyone else hear that?” asks Talo. “A distant cry for help?”
At that moment Saphiria bursts from the armoury and with a screech, passes over the party’s heads and flies off towards the south west.

“Sure Did, now follow that dragon!” With that Gordon rushes South West as fast as his legs can carry him, the laser rifle dropped in the snow as he draws his axe and shield ready for action.

The party set off at a run, Cynan and Kalam at a high-stepping run and Gordon and Talo with more of a wading motion. Talo is quickly left behind, not having Gordon’s innate strength to power his way through the thick snow. Cynan reaches the next junction first with Kalam close behind. The road to the right heads west, towards the city gates and it is in this direction the paladin sees Saphiria’s dark shape speeding. He heads off after her.

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103. Hunted

Jenson shivers a moment as Talo comes up stairs and settles down. “Yeah, that fire is not too heart warming”, sighing “maybe we should have used the central oven in this place” pointing down to the living area.
Jenson brightens when Talo finds the stash of chunks of very light, black rocks, slightly shiny and dusty like charcoal.”Man, is that what I think it is? If it is coal of some type, that could warm this place and longer than wood alone, we should use it.”
Looking at the meagre fire in the forge, “maybe we should switch out to the hearth and use that? Plus…” with a worried look on his face as he holds up a very empty water bottle, “I do believe we need to find ourselves some fresh drinkable safe water real soon as our supply is about gone.”
Nervously looking about further, “I think we should double check all the windows and doors in this place to make sure they are all secure.” Jenson gets up and with his blaster pistol ready, “Cynan, Gildor did you two want to go upstairs with me and make sure everything is secure upstairs?”
Jenson will go upstairs to make sure all the windows are secure/locked then sees the doors to each room are closed.

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