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It is cold and wet and icky and I am really really socialled out right now. However, I have made cocoa and will now write up the gaming session summary for today's D&D session, as best as I'm capable of doing.
Mm. Cocoa. Even if I did just scorch my throat. (And even if I still have a headache. Sigh.)
The book didn't say anything about the sword. Well, it says we found it and all, but it doesn't say anything about it. How am I supposed to figure out about it if I can't figure out about it?
A bunch of people went by where we were hiding when I was on watch. Little people with high voices, but not squeaky. It sounded like they were speaking not-dwarvish. I mean, it wasn't dwarvish, but it sounded like it was dwarvish. They came from the south cave, or went to it, or something.
In the morning, or what might have been the morning, we went and investigated the cave. They spotted us, or something, and we had to fight them. Adosar scorched the whole front of them, and Karas bellowed at them and waved his spear, so we didn't kill many, except if the one that fell down after the fire went off died; they let us back off and go down the east tunnel on our own. Well, that and Adosar and Karas made little glowing men and had them wander around for a while, which distracted and scared the people. Goblins. Whatever they were. We scared them, they left us alone.
We went down the tunnel and found a landslide. It was all blocked, and there were cracks in the wall. The stone panels from above were shattered on the floor -- I found a little piece of it and I'll go look at it in the light. And I climbed up the slope to see if there was a way through at the top, but it was all solid, even after I pushed at a few rocks. Adosar looked at it a lot and said it was old.
A . . . there was a motion through the floor. Like roots, only much faster than roots grow and move rocks, and it didn't bend the rocks. It climbed up and turned into something shaped sort of like Adosar. I mean, it was taller, but it was wide across the shoulders and solid and like that. Adosar greeted it in dwarfish, I think he knew what it was right away. (Karas told me it was a spirit. I asked him because it looked at me funny.) They talked for a bit. It said the road was closed. And things about air. And about someone sleeping. I don't speak dwarfish really well at all. It pointed to show us which way we had to go to get out from under the mountains. There was a crack there, but it didn't go anywhere.
Adosar explained it after the elemental went away. (Earth elemental. Renn made faces when she heard what it was. I think that's the sort of thing druids find out about.) Apparently when the road was closed, other roads were opened, and the one we needed to go through was through the cave with all the goblins in it, and through another crack like that. The horses probably wouldn't fit, though. Oh, and there was a bad Alar sleeping there and we weren't to wake him up. In fact, he was the one who killed Torvardi, who was one of the other Alar, and liked the Breveddi enough that there's a clan named after him. So he'd probably be madder if we woke him up than if, you know, someone who wasn't Breveddi woke him up. Politics.
We slept there that night, and went back, and slept, and put the horses on the road home. Renn talked to her horse to tell her which way to go, and patted her, and they all went. We took the stuff and went into the cave, all sneaky. It was pretty dark, because we didn't want to let the goblins know we were there, because there were lots more of them than there were of us. We went a day, and hid and camped, and went most of another day, and dealt with a few patrols of goblins, and . . .
There was this thing. Renn called it a thorn, and I guess I'll call it that, and it was wrong. It wasn't a stalagmite, and it oozed . . . bad feeling. So I guess we know where his bedroom is. That sword thing felt warm to the touch. I showed Renn; she thought it felt warm, too, like my hand had been on it. I hadn't touched it. I thought it didn't like it here, but maybe it was because I didn't like it there. I thought it got warmer as we got closer to the thorn, but I might just have been feeling colder.
We started trying tunnels, but none of the cracks went through; they were just crevices. More patrols here, and I guess we know why -- there was a spiderweb up on the ceiling, over another crevice. We were looking for spiders so they wouldn't jump on us again and a patrol found us instead. While we were dealing with the patrol, a big spider jumped off the wall and squished Adosar. I don't think I like spiders. We hit it a lot, and Renn woke Adosar up, and it hit Karas, and he fell down. And Adosar set it on fire, and shot it a few times, and it hit me, and when I woke up I didn't feel so good. I dropped a lot of stuff when we were going to the tunnel. Adosar picked up my daggers, but I lost my pots and my fishnet. And my bedroll. I guess the spider ran away. Maybe it didn't like being set on fire. I don't think I'd like being set on fire.
We hid in the tunnel, and there was fighting outside. After we slept I felt better enough to take the rope back from Renn, and she and I went back to see what happened or if anything was coming this way. There were a few of their little stone spears left, but not much else. It wasn't worth going back, not even for the pots. We went down the crevice to see if it was the right one, and it was.
We slept there some more, because everyone except Renn was feeling a little woozy. Spider bites are bad. And when we got up, Adosar made an invisible mark on the floor so we'd know which tunnel it was. He said that people who can see magic can see it. He also made see-able ones a little further down so we'd know to look for the invisible one. And we went down the tunnel, and eventually we found daylight. The doors at that end were mostly closed, and had vines growing on them, but it was light. We camped in the end of the tunnel.
I had a dream. Something looking for us, and we were hiding. The something felt like the presence in the thorn, that sort of bad thing, and I had my hand around the sword, and it was hot, and it was glowing all along the edge. I woke up a little before daylight, and went a little back down the tunnel where it was darker, and looked at it. It wasn't glowing. Renn asked me about it, and I said I thought the sword was giving me dreams. And where was a Loremaster when one needs . . . so I woke up Karas. And asked him how our Loremaster knew which dreams were important ones. And then we woke up Adosar, and he asked me to tell him if it was warm again. And maybe if it does that when Alar are around we'll know when to hide. I don't know when it glows, though.
We went outside. It was thick and foresty, and there were berries, and there was a stream, and we washed and I caught fish and we had fresh food which was good because we were about out of trail rations and lost some when everyone was falling down probably and all. And there was something watching us. Renn asked it to come in and share food with us, but it didn't. Then something came out of the forest -- he's sort of deer-shaped, sort of, only a lot furrier, and the size of a horse. He likes Renn a lot, and talks to her somehow. He wasn't who was watching, though; whoever was watching I thought felt surprised, and then they went away.
We went down the stream to where it joined a river, and crossed the river and started down it sort of southeast, and there were men on horses coming our way. Sort of a pack of men; they all were part of the same thing, all with the same sort of metal wrapped around them, which can't make hunting any easier. It clanks. Karas talked to them a lot, and they said they'd have to take us to their chief. Which makes sense. They were upset that we'd come from the mountains. "The elf-lands", they said. And they were upset about Renn's friend, too.
We went with them for a day, into a camp. The people here didn't come anywhere near us, like they were scared. It took most of the next day to get to the chief's house.
It was a big stone building. I asked Karas if it would be good or bad to look impressed. He thought it would probably be a bad idea. It had buildings around it, some of them had signs with pictures on them, like a plate or a bed. I should ask Adosar if those are maps to what they look like they're maps to. The house had towers and big walls and was very . . . big. The walls had patches on them, but they still looked impressive. The captain went in and came back with a man who I thought might be a loremaster or something. He certainly wasn't a warrior, and he was old enough to be an elder. The old man brought us in to see the chief.
The chief had a lot of guards. He asked a lot of questions and muttered at his advisors a lot. There were two advisors that everyone seemed scared of, they had space around them. One of them had tattoos swirling up his arm, and the other hand them on the side of his face. One of them said that the legends said something that might be important, so now I know where the loremaster is. The other one said that the elemental spirits said that we were interesting, and that he wanted to talk with us. The chief said he could later, and sent us off to a part of his house -- his house big enough to send us off to stay in a whole other part of it without us getting underfoot, even.
He put guards on us, and said we couldn't go anywhere. Karas asked if Renn could see her friend -- they put him in a paddock, and were very scared of him. I don't understand why, he seemed cheerful enough. And friendly and all.
And now we're waiting for them to bring us dinner, and afterwards the loremaster and the spirit-talker will come to talk to us.
I wonder if the spirit-talker will look at me funny, too. Or if it's just spirits.
Mm. Cocoa. Even if I did just scorch my throat. (And even if I still have a headache. Sigh.)
The book didn't say anything about the sword. Well, it says we found it and all, but it doesn't say anything about it. How am I supposed to figure out about it if I can't figure out about it?
A bunch of people went by where we were hiding when I was on watch. Little people with high voices, but not squeaky. It sounded like they were speaking not-dwarvish. I mean, it wasn't dwarvish, but it sounded like it was dwarvish. They came from the south cave, or went to it, or something.
In the morning, or what might have been the morning, we went and investigated the cave. They spotted us, or something, and we had to fight them. Adosar scorched the whole front of them, and Karas bellowed at them and waved his spear, so we didn't kill many, except if the one that fell down after the fire went off died; they let us back off and go down the east tunnel on our own. Well, that and Adosar and Karas made little glowing men and had them wander around for a while, which distracted and scared the people. Goblins. Whatever they were. We scared them, they left us alone.
We went down the tunnel and found a landslide. It was all blocked, and there were cracks in the wall. The stone panels from above were shattered on the floor -- I found a little piece of it and I'll go look at it in the light. And I climbed up the slope to see if there was a way through at the top, but it was all solid, even after I pushed at a few rocks. Adosar looked at it a lot and said it was old.
A . . . there was a motion through the floor. Like roots, only much faster than roots grow and move rocks, and it didn't bend the rocks. It climbed up and turned into something shaped sort of like Adosar. I mean, it was taller, but it was wide across the shoulders and solid and like that. Adosar greeted it in dwarfish, I think he knew what it was right away. (Karas told me it was a spirit. I asked him because it looked at me funny.) They talked for a bit. It said the road was closed. And things about air. And about someone sleeping. I don't speak dwarfish really well at all. It pointed to show us which way we had to go to get out from under the mountains. There was a crack there, but it didn't go anywhere.
Adosar explained it after the elemental went away. (Earth elemental. Renn made faces when she heard what it was. I think that's the sort of thing druids find out about.) Apparently when the road was closed, other roads were opened, and the one we needed to go through was through the cave with all the goblins in it, and through another crack like that. The horses probably wouldn't fit, though. Oh, and there was a bad Alar sleeping there and we weren't to wake him up. In fact, he was the one who killed Torvardi, who was one of the other Alar, and liked the Breveddi enough that there's a clan named after him. So he'd probably be madder if we woke him up than if, you know, someone who wasn't Breveddi woke him up. Politics.
We slept there that night, and went back, and slept, and put the horses on the road home. Renn talked to her horse to tell her which way to go, and patted her, and they all went. We took the stuff and went into the cave, all sneaky. It was pretty dark, because we didn't want to let the goblins know we were there, because there were lots more of them than there were of us. We went a day, and hid and camped, and went most of another day, and dealt with a few patrols of goblins, and . . .
There was this thing. Renn called it a thorn, and I guess I'll call it that, and it was wrong. It wasn't a stalagmite, and it oozed . . . bad feeling. So I guess we know where his bedroom is. That sword thing felt warm to the touch. I showed Renn; she thought it felt warm, too, like my hand had been on it. I hadn't touched it. I thought it didn't like it here, but maybe it was because I didn't like it there. I thought it got warmer as we got closer to the thorn, but I might just have been feeling colder.
We started trying tunnels, but none of the cracks went through; they were just crevices. More patrols here, and I guess we know why -- there was a spiderweb up on the ceiling, over another crevice. We were looking for spiders so they wouldn't jump on us again and a patrol found us instead. While we were dealing with the patrol, a big spider jumped off the wall and squished Adosar. I don't think I like spiders. We hit it a lot, and Renn woke Adosar up, and it hit Karas, and he fell down. And Adosar set it on fire, and shot it a few times, and it hit me, and when I woke up I didn't feel so good. I dropped a lot of stuff when we were going to the tunnel. Adosar picked up my daggers, but I lost my pots and my fishnet. And my bedroll. I guess the spider ran away. Maybe it didn't like being set on fire. I don't think I'd like being set on fire.
We hid in the tunnel, and there was fighting outside. After we slept I felt better enough to take the rope back from Renn, and she and I went back to see what happened or if anything was coming this way. There were a few of their little stone spears left, but not much else. It wasn't worth going back, not even for the pots. We went down the crevice to see if it was the right one, and it was.
We slept there some more, because everyone except Renn was feeling a little woozy. Spider bites are bad. And when we got up, Adosar made an invisible mark on the floor so we'd know which tunnel it was. He said that people who can see magic can see it. He also made see-able ones a little further down so we'd know to look for the invisible one. And we went down the tunnel, and eventually we found daylight. The doors at that end were mostly closed, and had vines growing on them, but it was light. We camped in the end of the tunnel.
I had a dream. Something looking for us, and we were hiding. The something felt like the presence in the thorn, that sort of bad thing, and I had my hand around the sword, and it was hot, and it was glowing all along the edge. I woke up a little before daylight, and went a little back down the tunnel where it was darker, and looked at it. It wasn't glowing. Renn asked me about it, and I said I thought the sword was giving me dreams. And where was a Loremaster when one needs . . . so I woke up Karas. And asked him how our Loremaster knew which dreams were important ones. And then we woke up Adosar, and he asked me to tell him if it was warm again. And maybe if it does that when Alar are around we'll know when to hide. I don't know when it glows, though.
We went outside. It was thick and foresty, and there were berries, and there was a stream, and we washed and I caught fish and we had fresh food which was good because we were about out of trail rations and lost some when everyone was falling down probably and all. And there was something watching us. Renn asked it to come in and share food with us, but it didn't. Then something came out of the forest -- he's sort of deer-shaped, sort of, only a lot furrier, and the size of a horse. He likes Renn a lot, and talks to her somehow. He wasn't who was watching, though; whoever was watching I thought felt surprised, and then they went away.
We went down the stream to where it joined a river, and crossed the river and started down it sort of southeast, and there were men on horses coming our way. Sort of a pack of men; they all were part of the same thing, all with the same sort of metal wrapped around them, which can't make hunting any easier. It clanks. Karas talked to them a lot, and they said they'd have to take us to their chief. Which makes sense. They were upset that we'd come from the mountains. "The elf-lands", they said. And they were upset about Renn's friend, too.
We went with them for a day, into a camp. The people here didn't come anywhere near us, like they were scared. It took most of the next day to get to the chief's house.
It was a big stone building. I asked Karas if it would be good or bad to look impressed. He thought it would probably be a bad idea. It had buildings around it, some of them had signs with pictures on them, like a plate or a bed. I should ask Adosar if those are maps to what they look like they're maps to. The house had towers and big walls and was very . . . big. The walls had patches on them, but they still looked impressive. The captain went in and came back with a man who I thought might be a loremaster or something. He certainly wasn't a warrior, and he was old enough to be an elder. The old man brought us in to see the chief.
The chief had a lot of guards. He asked a lot of questions and muttered at his advisors a lot. There were two advisors that everyone seemed scared of, they had space around them. One of them had tattoos swirling up his arm, and the other hand them on the side of his face. One of them said that the legends said something that might be important, so now I know where the loremaster is. The other one said that the elemental spirits said that we were interesting, and that he wanted to talk with us. The chief said he could later, and sent us off to a part of his house -- his house big enough to send us off to stay in a whole other part of it without us getting underfoot, even.
He put guards on us, and said we couldn't go anywhere. Karas asked if Renn could see her friend -- they put him in a paddock, and were very scared of him. I don't understand why, he seemed cheerful enough. And friendly and all.
And now we're waiting for them to bring us dinner, and afterwards the loremaster and the spirit-talker will come to talk to us.
I wonder if the spirit-talker will look at me funny, too. Or if it's just spirits.
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