Not much time to write these days. One adventure ends as two more appear it seems…Here is what has passed in the past little while.
After working our way into the mountain, battling Orc’s the entire way we had a battle of wits vs. some inferior archers outside the tower. Needless to say we prevailed, and Salopard managed to acquire a giant boar for a mount/future supper. After a quick rest we headed into the ransacked keep. Injured from battle, Torr & Etoila tended to their wounds while keeping a watchful eye over our new Boar.
While sneaking in, Salopard stumbled and kicked a metal gauntlet making his way up the stairs then tripped a warning alarm by opening the doors of the first room. Not the stealthiest that man. Suddenly another battle ensued and Salopard and Pete held the line vs. some Orcs, an Orc Reaver & an archer, while Joral and I fired away. Sally fell, but was buffered by the healing skills of our Shaman. After the battle, we discovered some caged Dwarves in the room, then found more Dwarf prisoners locked in a trap door in the floor, along with Stonefang’s Heart and a magical item that shall likely be called “Torr’s Bane”. The dwarves told of a Dragon Mask wearing shaman upstairs, so after catching our breath, and despite Salopard being very worse for wear – less than full HP’s, 0 healing surges – we headed upstairs for battle.
As we crested the top landing, an Orc Shaman taunted us. We focussed fire on him, which proved to be a bit of a mistake as he was a sturdy enemy, while his squishy “friend” did a boatload of damage and summoned spirits to attack us. Sally fell, and hope was fading, but Joral had just enough healing to get Sally so that as he pulled himself off the ground he finished off the Head Shaman, then immediately fell again to his death throes. Joral and I kept up the assault but began to be overwhelmed by the summoned spirits. Joral fell, which meant Pete…the last line of defence for our ranged attacks, was gone. I was bloodied (bloodied!) but managed to break free from the spirits long enough to sprint across the room and behind a table, and finished the 2nd Shaman with an arrow, and then just narrowly missed getting hit by a lightning bolt he launched as he died, which would have surely killed me had it not hit the ornate leg of the table I was standing behind. After tending to our wounded, we discovered the last piece of Stonefang (his eye) in the room, along with a magical +1 fork that Salopard claimed as his own, and decided to heal up as we were all pretty banged up. After our rest we double-timed it back to the caves to put the pieces in the sacred circles and banish stonefang.
As we arrived Stonefang broke free and climbed out of the pit in the middle of the cavern. Using Stonefang’s own heart, Joral critted his domination roll and dominated Stonefang and made him climb back into his pit. Using this created space, Joral and I were able to quickly maneuver to the proper ritual circles and chant the proper blessings, taking away much of Stonefang’s might from the get go, while Salopard and Pete impeded Stonefang’s ascent from his pit. When Stonefang emerged, Sally locked him down, I slowed him with a barrage of arrows and Joral struck at him from afar. Locked down and being hit from all sides, Stonefang quickly crumbled before us and got sucked back into his pit as he vowed revenge. The strangely tattooed dwarves then returned and finished the binding ritual, sealing Stonefang more permanently again.
The heroes rejoiced, as the day was theirs!
Returning outside they found Torr equally elated, as he’d just scored twosies while playing jacks with Etoila.