21st day of 1st Nimos Second Epoch 2150

As Tiberius now required less sleep due to the new acquired abilities from the Tainted Mage Stone, he decided to spend a little time in the library at the Magi tower. Fortunately here like in Tabott’s Corner there was only an apprentice in residence with the Magi himself in Fallsea. During his searching Tiberius finds a reference to his family’s heirloom. It is simple statement: Not much is known about the disc shaped medallion, it is stated to be ancient. It came out of the Ilthium Empire with the Ulanor family. It is stated to be able to control the properties of light.

The time to leave was upon them the party moved down to the docks and prepared to board. This turned out to be trickier than expected. In getting on board the open 15’ skip both Sirath and Lucky ran afoul and landed in the water, they were hauled out and the new “crew” set sail for Oranus.

With a fair wind behind them they arrived at Oranus late afternoon, at about the 6th hour. Only a few hours left to disembark and strike the shore. The boat master pulled his boat up short of the shale beach by about 25 yards and said that the tide was turning and if he was to get this beached he’d not get it out to open water again until morning. The boat master bids them farewell and guarantees to pick them up at the same spot in two weeks.

So after a wet walk to shore the party found themselves with the large crowding hills to the north of in the distance and the woods to the south not even a smudge across the small narrow plain that separated the two.

As the party found their bearings Sirath and Tiberius noticed from behind them a growing shadow on the horizon. The skip tacking its way back out to open water was now some distance from shore. Within a short amount of time the shadow resolved itself as a fast approaching shadowy bird like figure. Speeding towards the skip and its master the large shadow bird dives into the vessel, it sinks without trace of the boat master, debris bobbing on the surface all that is left.

The party set about raising a camp for the night as it was getting on dark. As dusk approached they could hear wolves howl in the distance. Reollo gathers to group together and lays out a plan of action. They gather as much drift wood as possible, Sirath moving some larger trunks in a defensive barricade on the shale, the water to their backs. They then stationed three watch fires around the inside of the barricade. Norhtal put his skills towards catching a brace of fish, reasoning that now being on the island indefinitely they would need fresh food eventually. As dark fell after a flurry of activity the party was set and secure as possible in such inadequate a situation.

At the thirteen hour it was well dark and the howl of the wolves has drawn much closer. At the fourteenth hour the party is slightly startled by a lone howl close by. Shortly after the sound of a number of wolves can be heard wolves. It is too dark to see them and the shadowy figures pacing just beyond the fire light. A tense wait set in to see what the wolves would do.

Tiberius asks Norhtal for the fish that he caught; already gutted Tiberius stuffs them with the poisonous herbs he found on the tattooed priest of darkness, throwing the fish towards the wolves. There is a loud snarling and then rising above is the harsh guttural sounds of goblin yelling “down, down” some yelping then silence. The party slightly surprised as they did not expect gobs to be with the wolves.

Lucky strikes on the plan to negotiate. He calls out in the best goblin he has and explains that they are not looking for a fight that they are looking for someone. He mentions they have come to find Allandra. Silence. Then a gob shaman steps into the edge of the firelight. He asks why they want Allandra? Lucky explains that they are her friend. The shaman states that she is gone. Lucky asks what he means by gone? The shaman says that one she was there the next she gone, which was mystery as she was very blind. This is news to the party as the Allandra they knew all those years ago certainly was not blind. Lucky negotiates with the shaman to go with it to the tower to start their search. The shaman agrees, roughly tells them to follow and sets of at fast trot. The party abandons their barricade and follows.

The party tires after an hour on the run. The shaman and two other shadowy figures that could be hobs keeping a quick pace. At that moment the shaman and the two others split off in different directions. The party stops dead taking a defensive stance and out of the gloom the wolves and their goblin riders, four in all, flung themselves at them.

In the melee that followed Sirath and Reollo killed the wolves facing them by parrying their snapping maws. Lucky was able to grab the spear of the goblin attacking him from wolves back, he then threw the gob into the wolf attacking Norhtal as he dispatched its rider. From the darkness the shaman yelled a quick phrase and Sirath found his feet rooted to the spot. Reollo kills the gob he is facing after dodging an attack. Tiberius thrusts his torch into the wolf in front of Lucky. The wolf almost miraculously catches fire, its courage breaking. The last of that wolf that anyone saw was a burning streak of flame through the surrounding thigh high grass. Sirath manages to free his feet with mighty effort, smashing the spells effectiveness entirely and splatters the gob in front of him after blocking its feeble attempt. Lucky finding himself without an opponent heads to where he last saw the shaman and is intercepted by the two hobs. Norhtal kills the wolf facing him with one of his hatchets, then tries to dispatch the prone gob in front of him missing miserably. The shaman yells another phrase and Tiberius’ hand spasms causing him to drop the torch he was holding. Reollo follows behind Lucky as the hobs attack Lucky savagely wounding him. Lucky feels a buzzing within his blood as The Flow surges in him due to his mortal peril. From is finger tips lightning arcs to the closest hob charring it to a stump. Lucky drained almost to fainting. Reollo slices through with his sword and ax the remaining hob. Sirath then skewers the remaining gob on the ground before Norhtal. Tiberious sends out Bright Eye Sharp Tooth to find the shaman. It is found unconscious in the tall grass. They bind it and gag it waiting for it to wake.

Once the shaman is awake Lucky attempts to interrogate it through sheer intimidation. The shaman is clearly terrified by him and answers any and all questions asked of it by Lucky. Lucky finds out that the tower is about six hours travel from where they are. It holds the Hob King and around 100 goblinoid warriors. As to Allandra the shaman can not really give anything more except that it is thought that Allandra just seemingly walked out of the tower one day.

After that the party make camp for what remains of the night.