Raven's Bluff

Session 3 - screwball antics and bandits

>> written in a hasty scrawl, in Khent’s journal <<
These bandits, they have no style. A bunch of thugs and hoodlums. Today, we stopped them from taking a caravan, tomorrow we assault their camp. But I am ahead of myself.

The return from the Druid’s Lair was relatively uneventful. The guard at the World’s End stable was bored, and watched over us unpacking the loot. We divvied it all, and sold the excess to pull in a tidy profit for ourselves. We still have the Druid’s handywork itself, his flowers and poisonous oddities, yet to sell, but they may also prove useful. The dark elf knows the alchemical arts, after all. Maybe he can manufacture some of that famed sleep poison… now that would be useful.

There was a complication at the trading post, with the barbarian losing his temper. However, we smoothed things out. Note to self: remember not to mess with little old men, with pointy ears and fangs.

There was a personally interesting experience for me as well, in town. A presumably ancient seer, who appeared as delicious as a succubus, read my fortune for free, for intriguing her. Old treacheries and wounds to return, the wardship of a relative innocent, and an ancient compact swirls intrigue around us. Feh, prophecy! The Baron’s daughter.. it has been a while since I have thought of her though. Perhaps a missive wouldn’t be a bad idea, once we’ve returned to town. It’s about time to start facing the past.

We hired a local ranger to guide and help us. It’s been a day since then. We found a group of bandits assaulting a caravan, having killed the horses first. Senseless killing, but created an opportunity. Once we heartily dispatched the bandits, having captured one trying to escape. Bob the ranger has proven his worth, even if the ignoramus could offer no good information.

Also note, the Barbarian has strange tastes. Sleep with back against tree, and invest in a chastity belt. His aggression may lead to ruin, if we cannot focus it.

We have found the way now, and tomorrow we will assault their camp. The bandit mentioned the boss, who was a master of whips (an interesting challenge!), and his pets, which he could not identify. Approximately 30 bandits total, loosely organized, little to no watch. We plan two parties.. frontal assault with maximal aggression, and a stealth side-group to target the leader and cause havoc. This aught to be fun.

>> written in a slightly different hand <<
We had a visit by the Fool. He played us a ditty, ate our food, and went on his way. Keep an eye on that musician. I’ve seen his face too often to feel comfortable. Also, pulling sealing wax out of your ears is unpleasant.



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