Balasar Entry 2
23 March, 103 CY
Ah, the fields of Winterhaven…but empty? Where is everyone? They must have all gone to town. Festival? I guess we’ll see when we get there … Guards acting weird at the gate. Something is definitely not right here. We should help, but how?
Why are we going to Wrafton’s? Ah, Douven, maybe he knows what is wrong with Winterhaven. He sure is happy to see us. Crazy old man, thought we were dead, not quite. Wait ‘till he hears what happ… why is Morthos lying to Douven? That cave wasn’t soothing. Is Morthos crazy? I’m confused, guess I’ll just drink ‘till this all makes sense.
Valthrun seems to know what is going on here, but… oh no. I’m not sitting through another long winded human story. There has got to be a smithy, or a brothel, around here somewhere.
{Balasar stands, says nothing, and leaves}
Where to, where to. Bairwin’s may have something… javelins, I need javelins. Haven’t thrown one of those in years. They’re such satisfying weapons, javelins. You really know when you’ve hit something with one of those things. I hope we see more of those kobold slingers on the road. I’d love to take a few throws at those things. Confounded beasts.
What?! No weapons? A Dwarven smithy, really? Across the street you say? Well okay then, don’t mind if I do. This short round better have what I need.
{walk to Dwarven smithy}
“Javelins.” Ugh, I said what I want. Why don’t you understand? How many…. I didn’t think about that… how many do I need? How many should I carry? What if some of them get broken? I don’t want to go through all of this again. I should probably get at least one for each hand. Then what if the other guys want to borrow my javelins? I should get enough for everyone.
“Ten” Yes I want ten of them, that’s why I said it. ARGH!! Just get me what I want. Fine, I can wait. Nod nod nod, yes yes yes. These Dwarves can really talk. Hopefully they are as good at getting weapons as they are at talking about them.
{back to the inn}
Ah, a meeting with the man in charge. Good, now we’re getting somewhere.
{to the meeting with Padraig}
Yes yes, it’s serious. Yes yes, we’ll take care of it. Money, I like money. Oooh, that’s a lot. Wait, why did Syler agree to take that money? Shouldn’t Morthos be the one to agree, he IS in charge. Syler is bossy. I don’t like bossy. Someone should teach him some manners. Regardless, we have a deal and a purpose. LET’S GO!!
{leave meeting, go to inn, end evening}
24 March, 103 CY
{morning}
Ah, breakfast. I’m starved. I could eat for a week… what was that… outside. {run outside} Oh, that human, he is hurt. Wagons? Attacked on the road? Kobolds??? This can’t be good. Come on… come on… LET’S GO!!
{proceed towards wagon attack}
There’s the wagons, but no kobolds… ? Let’s get a look now. Ah, there’s th…. FRAK! Kobolds. Dodge.. dodge.. wait… CHARGE!! Where’s Morthos… okay, got him.. there goes one of them.. there’s another… these things are falling fast. Come on… come on… keep it goin’… got ‘em!!
Everyone okay.. Morthos, Tolis-Va, Etholin… Syler….. good. Wait, no merchants. Where did they go? Maybe they fled to those trees. No, nobody in here, ah but there is a camp. Maybe Tolis-va can make something of this. All I see is a burned out fire and a dead end.
Good, good, Tolis-va has the trail… where to… okay, down the path… off the path… a noise? What noise? I didn’t hear any noi…. HOBGOBLINS!!
Oh no, not this again. Here they come… we’re getting surrounded here. Somebody do something! Okay, okay there goes one, another…. we may just win this thing… come on… come on… There you go Etholin, burn ‘em out. Man, that could have gone much worse.
Where is Morthos going. Ah, the hostages… prisoners…. Whatever. I suppose we’ll be escorting them back to town. I wonder how they’ll get their goods, or at least wagons, back. Oh well, we’ll figure that out when it comes to it.