Slade and I have been searching the Kron Hills area for any clue as to what happened to Archmage Belphianor and his flying castle. This area north of Homlett Cishathorpe, west of Nulb Ikelwi, and southeast of Verbonc Nese is where all the reports last saw the flying castle. People pretty quickly searched the area for wreckage, but nothing was ever found that seemed like a crater appropriate to a large castle slamming down was ever found. But you have to start somewhere looking for any inkling of either what happened, or the nearly inevitable ruins.
So, Slade and I are going to peek into our third hole-in-the-ground in this area in the morning. And hope for something more than the ever-present rats. Camp set, I practice my juggling, stretching, and isometric exercises while Slade lounges at the campfire spinning the spit. Two elven girls show up and nearly get shot by the twitchy Slade. The first is in robes with a staff and a pony, the second is in padded armor, also with a staff. Slade, naturally, takes over the duty of talking with the newcomers – which is rudely interrupted by the arrival of a wave of Kobolds and Giant Rats. Sigh. Slade deals with the first couple, but one of the newcomers— Carolin, I think —is a wizard. She is able to use a sleep spell to wipe out most of a wave of vermin… just in time for a second wave to be visible behind the first. Slade wades in yelling ‘Remember the Alamo!’ or something else completely bizarre, and the other newcomer hauls out a sling to plink a rat or two. I move along the right flank hitting anything the peeks out of the pack. But Carolin manages to cast a second sleep, and the bulk of the pack keel over. Now it is just butchery. Carolin seems puzzled over why she could cast sleep a second time. She recently inherited a nice mapcase that seems to be the cause. I’m sincerely tired of rats.
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