<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700</id><updated>2011-07-15T12:18:48.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descention</title><subtitle type='html'>A D&amp;D Campaign</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116614923208594073</id><published>2006-12-14T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:20:32.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all those Orcs go?</title><content type='html'>Once the adventurers had seen to the preservation of their new allies, their attention returned to the column of corrupted orcs that had overran them on the plans four days previously. The column was clearly headed south, and the town of Kelish, in its already weakened state would certainly not last under any sort of attack. Thus, the party travelled south through the forest, hoping to gain time on their enemies and reach the town first. However, the party underestimated the stamina of the corrupted orcs, and as they left the forest and neared the town, they say columns of smoke on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party approached the town slowly, and were stopped by a well-camoflaged Keith, who was concealed in the tall grasses. He berated the group for their lack of caution, as there were patrols about. Keith had been formulating a plan of attack, and made room for the party in it. Based on his observations, the orcs had stationed siginficant guard posts at each of the three roadways into town, and that the surviving townspeople had been corralled into one of the wharf warehouses in the southeast corner.  The party was to approach from the north as he and Ted made a distraction at the western end of town. The party agreed, and moved again towards the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they neared the town, a pair of axe-wielding corrupted orc berserkers approached from their flank. As they prepared to do battle, a pair of panicy peasants sprang from their hiding places before the orcs stepped to close for their liking. The peasants ran as fast as they could towards the adventurers, and were fortunately able to get to them before the orcs could run them down. The orcs were killed before they could inflict any serious harm, and the peasants were instructed on how to reach the relative safety of Keith's cabin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally reaching town, once they heard Ted's roaring, the adventures first attacked the guards at the north entrance, and were able to eliminate them before they could raise an alarm. They moved onto the eastern guard post, and had a tougher time with the guards there as they used the cover of a nearby building to shield themselves from Syllinea's arrows. The adventurers were still successful, and notced that a large winged monstrosity occupied the centre square of town, directing his minions against the large dire bear that had appeared in their midst. The party snuck through town to the warehouse, quietly dispatched the two guards, and saw that a large group of townspeople huddled inside. The party then made for the centre of town to assist Keith and Ted, but noticed that the noise of fighting and roaring had subsided. Suddenly, from atop a roof, the winged figure appeared, and threw unholy evil at the party, taunting them all the while. It appeared as though it may have been human at once time, but like the corrupted orcs his features had been twisted and changed to resemble those of a fiend. The adventures were already wounded from their previous skirmishes, and were clearly outmatched by their evil opponent. Luckily, Keith appeared from the west. Bloodied, he managed to help the adventurers bring down the fiend, with Oskar laying the final blow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelish had been laid waste, and the handful of remaining townsfolk had no desire to remain and wait for the next attack. They travelled with the adventurers towards Kell, the next nearest village, and hoped to find refuge there.  For their part, the party felt that they were undergeared for taking on the source of the evil, and thus opted to return to Welca in hopes of exchanging the unholy weapons that they had recovered for more useful fare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116614923208594073?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116614923208594073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116614923208594073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116614923208594073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116614923208594073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-did-all-those-orcs-go.html' title='Where did all those Orcs go?'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116577243679084536</id><published>2006-12-10T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:11:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely Allies</title><content type='html'>After learning that the Hammer Cleave clan orcs was under siege from the evil influence in the region, the adventurers traveled towards their location that was marked on their map. They traveled once again at the edge of the forest in an attempt to avoid detection, but it quickly became apparent that their enemies had caught onto their plan. A pair of armoured orcs appeared from the trees, and these had the same corrupted forms as the swarm that had overrun the party two days before. These two however, wielded longswords wreathed in a black, evil energy that scorched the souls of those cut by them. Fortunately, Oskar was unaffected by the orcs' unholy weapons and spells, and the group was able to cut them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more days travel, the group approached the mountain home of the Hammer Cleave clan. From behind the crest of a hill, the adventurers took stock of the situation. The Hammer Cleave base had a single, small cave mouth, and any decorations and heraldry declaring their presence had been desecrated by the attackers. There were several of the corrupted standing guard near the entrance, along with a huge red coloured saurian beast. The beast had an enormous mouth, and plating on its back that formed an armoured shield, presumably for a rider. It stayed completely motionless, however, all the while the party watched. Periodically, corrupted orcs pushing barrows full of dug out rock would appear from the cave, indicating that they were digging out their prey within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventurers decided to try and lure some of their enemies to them into an ambush. Mira conjured an auditory illusion, and a group of the corrupted orcs came to investigate. One, however, climbed upon the large beast, and as he took position inside the armored frill, the beast came alive, and also began to move towards the adventurer's position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, glinting off of Aurora's armour revealed the adventurers presence, and the battle was quickly joined. Their foes were more of the armoured sword-wielding corrupted from earier, who were joined by lighter armoured raging orcs with unholy greataxes. The great red beast turned out to be a significant threat, as it exhaled large gouts of flame from its cavernous maw. When it was finally joined in melee, it swallowed Aurora with one great bite! The adventurers had wisely discerned that the orc atop it was controlling it directly, and Sylinnea directed her arrows at him. Once the rider was killed, the beast was once again motionless, and was easily cut down. Aurora was quickly cut from its crop before she suffocated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group then moved towards the Hammer Cleave's tunnels. The trek down was very long, and the tunnel was straight and narrow, save for defensive bulges. The party also found evidence of deadfalls that had been dug through by the corrupted, and occasionally ran into and killed a corrupted orc that had been taking rubble out from the tunnel. Eventually, they came upon sounds of mining, and saw a band of corrupted orcs digging at a wall of rubble. They were lead by a large creature that may have been an orc once, and except for his bat-like wings, he was much like the corrupted orcs the party had been facing previously. The party attacked, and overcame their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the battle subsided, a pounding was detected coming through the rubble - and a large, well scarred orc came through, wielding a great warhammer. Suspicious at first, he showed gratitude to the party for saving his clan from death (or worse) at the hands of their enemies. Further, given the Hammer Cleave and the party's common interests in driving these corrupted orcs and their masters from the land, a deal was struck for the party to meet with the Hammer Cleave chieftain and his champion in three months time - and together they would attack the source of the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116577243679084536?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116577243679084536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116577243679084536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116577243679084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116577243679084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/12/unlikely-allies.html' title='Unlikely Allies'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116489903739691866</id><published>2006-11-30T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:24:34.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portents of the Future</title><content type='html'>As the adventurers were recovering from the basilisk attack, Sylinnea's sharp eyes picked out a lone figure cresting the rise several hundred yards to the northeast. As the figure drew nearer to the smoke column from the bonfire, the group moved off, unsure if another trap was headed their way, as the way the figure was moving indicated that it was in some discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the good natured in the group prevailed, and the adventurers approached the figure to give what aid they could. They were startled to discover that it was an elderly orc, and startled still to discover that it was one of Gruumsh's shamen. According to Sylinnea, his vestments revealed him to be part of the Blade Death clan, which was based several miles to the northeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shaman hailed the adventurers, who moved to within parlay distance. The shaman told them of terrible things - humans moving into their territory, strengthening the orcs with new weapons, but ultimately turning them from Gruumsh and corrupting them.  However, the Shaman also spoke of two clans that resisted the outsider's influence, to their detriment. The Sun Fire clan had a tradition of loyalty to Gruumsh, and was destroyed by the outsiders when they refused to deal with them. The Hammer Cleave clan also turned the outsiders away, and were besieged in their vast caverns in the mountains to the east. The shaman soon died, as it was discovered that his flesh was cursed, and rotted away as he spoke!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if on cue, a rumbling was heard from the northeast, and soon a multitude of armored figures poured over the rise. These appeared as humanoid, but their legs were like those of a goat, ending in hooves, and their hands were disproportionately large, ending in wicked claws. Their eyes glowed a terrible red beneath their visors, and they bore down on the party with an aweful fury, charging yet in perfect formation. The groups clashed, and while the creatures took losses, it was as if many more jumped forth to take the place of the fallen. The adventurers were overwhelmed, and trampled into the earth... save for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira had saved a scroll with the Invisibility spell on it, and vanished as the fighting turned against the adventurers. Unseen, she helplessly watched as her companions were clawed and torn asunder. Aurora was the first to fall, overwhelmed by the claws of the creatures. Oskar was surrounded, and while his armor turned aside the most of the creatures claws, he too was eventually overwhelmed. Sylinnea was the last to fall, being unsuccessful in trying to evade her foes as she searched for useful shots. Once no enemies were present, the creatures returned to their formation, and continued on the way they were headed - southwest, and towards the human settlements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, although weakly, life still pulsed through the veins of all the adventurers, and Mira was able to stave off their bleeding and move them off to safety. The creatures that the party was able to kill were inspected - they were clearly orcs at one point, but as the Shamen had said, they had been corrupted buy some unknown evil. The unknown location in the northeast mountains was still the most likely source, so the adventurers pressed on, though this time there was talk that they may not be properly equipped to deal with the problem - and that allies may be found in the Hammer Cleave clan, if they could be reached in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116489903739691866?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116489903739691866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116489903739691866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116489903739691866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116489903739691866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/11/portents-of-future.html' title='Portents of the Future'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116395651052173731</id><published>2006-11-19T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:15:10.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trap</title><content type='html'>The adventurers traveled along the tree-line, headed east towards the mountains, as they had decided that the source of the trouble would be found at a site marked "Oblivion" on their strange map. One afternoon, the Sylinnea spotted a column of smoke rising up from the prairie to the north. It was too stable to be a brushfire, and too large for a normal campfire, so the group decided to investigate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they crested the rise, they discovered a large bonfire, and a box-type cart, similar in construction to the one that had disgorged the "demon bug" at the Anhkeg ravine. The party approached cautiously, as whoever had been tending to the fire was nowhere to be seen. Mira's sharp eyes picked out two ropes that were tied to the cart on its bottom, but she lost them in the tall grasses. Suddenly, as the group drew near the cart, the ropes were pulled taut by orcs that had burst forth from blinds in the grass. The cart fell apart as supports were pulled free, and a swarm of enormous angry snakes assailed the party!  At the same time, Sylinnea noticed that other blinds were revealing their occupants as well - more orcish warriors with a pair of basilisks in the vanguard were rapidly advancing on the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since basilisks were famous for their ability to turn creatures to stone with a glance, the adventurers opted for a cautious strategy, hiding their eyes behind shields and such as they fought. This made fighting harder, but the orcs and snakes were at the same disadvantage - in fact, one of the snakes caught the gaze of a basilisk and was instantly petrified. The battle was very tense, but the basilisks were put down before one of the party could be turned to stone, and the orcs were quickly killed afterwards - save one, who was knocked unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylinnea was startled at the obvious proof that the orc clans were working together - as these warriors were clearly from the Serpent Strike and Stone Gaze clans. Historically the orc clans warred more amongst themselves than any outside people, and thus were rarely a threat to the kingdom. When the prisoner awoke, questions were asked about why the clans were allied together, and the vague response was that the "masters" taught them to be strong. Further pushes for information on the identities of these "masters" were unsuccessful, as it became apparent that the prisoner feared for something more important than his life, should he talk. Through auditory illusions, Mira was made disembodied noises in an attempt to coerce the orc to speak, but the conflict and pressure snapped its mind, and it ran off, gibbering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116395651052173731?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116395651052173731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116395651052173731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116395651052173731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116395651052173731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/11/trap.html' title='The Trap'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116216827036383998</id><published>2006-10-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T07:05:52.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Hostile Territory</title><content type='html'>The group resolved to travel north, and bring the battle to the orcs on their own turf. The small patch of map that was found in the manticore's lair was translated, and the sites marked on it referenced various clans of orcs, six in all. The southernmost site was marked "Clan Lightning Thrust", and the party set out through the Orc Forest to take the most direct route there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party encountered a pack of Owlbears in the forest, and while Aurora was severely mauled by one of the hungry beasts, the battle carried little other consequence. Sylinnea noticed during the forest trek that a black bear had begun to follow the party, remaining at a safe distance. The two would grow to know one another as companions, as time went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party emerged from the forest on the north side, that they encountered a frightening sight. A pair of enormous humanoids - hill giants - were throwing massive boulders at one another. The adventurers were not noticed, and paused to formulate a plan of attack. As they watched however, the further giant missed his catch, and took the hurled boulder in the face. He fell to the ground in a sitting position, and the adventurers were much surprised at the tears and wailing that issued from his injured form! The other giant quickly joined in the crying, and it became clear that while these giants were massive, they were clearly juvenile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora's sense of pity overcame her sense of caution, and she emerged from the woods, followed by Mira and Oscar. Sylinnea remained in the trees in case the parlay failed. The giants were caught totally off guard by the adventurer's approach, and were visibly frightened. Aurora managed to calm them down, and eventually the group learned that the giants father was captured by the nearby orcs while he slept, and that the "boys" had been on their own for three days. The father's name was Thrag, and the adventurers hoped that he could help against the orcs if he could be freed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventurers pressed on towards the Lightning Thrust base - and found a massive rocky mound rising out of the plain. There were also newly constructed wooded walls and towers guarding one side, and the group surmised that there was a cave entrance on that side. The group used several distracting tactics such as sniping and setting the wooden walls aflame, but eventually the orcs would no longer come out, so the group settled for a frontal charge. The interior of the fortress featured several small buildings, but the main structure was an enormous wooden and metal cage-dome, with Thrag the hill giant chained within. Naturally, the orcs responded to the incursion, defending using the horde tactics that Sylinnea predicted. However, like the orcs that attacked Kelish, these were much better armed and armoured than they were traditionally thought to be. Finally, the chieftain of the clan emerged, his trident crackling with the power of thunder. After a fierce battle, the chieftain was slain, and his warriors scattered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hill giant was freed, and tension was abated when Mira informed him that his children were hiding in the forests to the south. He bounded off, surly yet grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, after the adventurers recovered, it became clear that victory does not hold easy choices either. The female and juveniles of the Lightning Thrust clan were still holed up in their caves, and the party discussed what should be done with them. Mercifully, the party decided to give them their freedom as well, and the eldest female orc was able to give a spotty account of "cowled men" visiting their settlement before the changes to their clan took place. Little else was available, for it became apparent very quickly that it was the males and chiefs that were in control here. The caves also contained another enigma - the traditional orc altars to their god Gruumsh One-Eye, were torn down. Puzzled still, the adventurers once again made for the forests, and continued on their way to the northeast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116216827036383998?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116216827036383998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116216827036383998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116216827036383998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116216827036383998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/10/into-hostile-territory.html' title='Into Hostile Territory'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116034966454088426</id><published>2006-10-08T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:37:36.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelish Attacked!</title><content type='html'>The adventurers awoke the next morning to sounds of trouble. A swift check out the window revealed that an army of well-armed and armoured orcs had begun to swarm the town, and were chasing several villiagers down the street! The townspeople were not caught completely unawares, as the mayor and several guards had formed a defensive line in the street. The adventurers quickly prepared for battle, and joined the guards in the defense of the town. While Sylinnea remained in the upper floor of the in with her bow, the others moved down to the street to join guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the fleeing townsfolk were saved, but most were trampled and killed in the orcs' charge. The archers let fly their arrows, and the raging orcs faltered, but they were too many, and soon they were on the guards at the line, and a vicious melee erupted. The adventurers held fast, however, but were hard pressed by some of the orc's elite soldiers. Thankfully, Keith appeared in a window across from Sylinnea, arrows blazing, and eventually the orcs were killed to the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the shouts of victory and sighs of relief went up, one of the buildings at the far end of the street collapsed as a massive boulder smashed into it - the orcs had brought up massive catapults. Despite being exhausted from the orcs' initial assault, the adventurers sallied forth the town, and attacked the orcs' siege engines. A number of orcs met the adventurers in battle, but they were of no moment, as the adventurers slew them quickly and took pause to wonder about the identity of the dark robed figure standing at the catapults. However the battle was soon joined by the terrible war leader, clad in full metal and wielding a massive battle hammer. The heroes were hard pressed. Oskar's armour could only hold up so long, and the magics of Mira and Aurora were spent. One by one the adventurers fell to his vicious attacks, until finally the war leader was brought down by one of Sylinnea's arrows. The robed figure had slipped away during the fighting, and thus Sylinnea was able to gather help for her comrades - who were all badly injured, but alive nonetheless. Supplies were found in the orcs' camp, including an ancient suit of dwarven armour that Oskar claimed - and a group of prisoners the orcs had claimed from the surrounding farms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attack left the group with many unanswered questions. Who was organizing the orcs?  What was the connection with the "demon bug"? And most importantly... what could be done about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116034966454088426?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116034966454088426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116034966454088426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116034966454088426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116034966454088426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/10/kelish-attacked.html' title='Kelish Attacked!'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-116023978421280537</id><published>2006-10-07T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:51:18.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village of Kelish</title><content type='html'>Kelish is the most western extension of the Tellanian kingdom, and is unfortunately ignored as a result. The townsfolk subsist on fishing and farming, and are barely able to produce more than they need. They suffer on occasion from raids from the savage orc tribes to the north, and therefore welcome any help that comes their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the adventurers arrived, they caught wind of rumors that one of the local farmers had not arrived to deliver his grain at his appointed time, and a fear that something unfortunate had happened was spreading around town.  The group resolved to travel to the farmstead in question and investigate - and indeed they found that the farm had been attacked. Valuables were missing, and orc tracks were everywhere. However no corpses were discovered, so hope grew that the farmer and his family were captured and not killed. Sylinnea tracked the orc raiders to the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minor skirmish with what turned out to be an unrelated orc patrol, the party discovered a small hillock that the orcs were camping under. The adventurers were seen as they approached, and the orcs on the top of the hill shouted for reinforcements. Many orc warriors boiled out of the cave, but the stalwart adventurers met their charge head on, and slew them. They ventured inside a small cave they had discovered, and battled with the orc group's warboss, slaying him and his bodyguards. However, the orcs had inflicted greivous wounds on the party, and with their magics exhausted they chose to camp on the top of the hillock and venture back into the orcs' cave the next morning. Night passed without incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party ventured back into the cave to ensure that no enemies remained. There living orcs present, and at a small shrine they found the bodies of the farmer and his family. Aurora was not completely certain, but based on her knowledge of healing she discovered that the captives had finally succumbed to their wounds sometime in the previous night. Naturally, she was quite upset at this discovery, having wasted the one chance they had to save the captives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventurers travelled back to Kelish, and gave report of their discovery. Their next plan was to track the wagon that had deposited the "demon bug" at Grainger's Ravine, but on their way to leaving town were confronted by a well-to-do individual riding hard with two horses. He identified himself as a member of the army, and relayed his story that the royal tax collector had been carried off to the northeast by a great winged creature not more than two miles away. The party exchanged small murmurs of muted contentment at this news, until the soldier demanded that something be done. He declared that he was in no condition to fight, and charged the party with the task of rescuing the tax collector (or at least returning with his collections).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group travelled east on the road until sign of the disturbance was discovered. They obviously had no way of tracking a creature through the air, but after a short jaunt to the northeast a rocky crag was spotted, and named as the only thing in the area worth investigating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventurers clambered up the rocks, some having an easier time than others. Mira heard a growling noise, and alerted the others to the vicious manticore that had appeared above them!The fight became a shooting match between Sylinnea's arrows and the beast's terrible tail-spikes. After giving and receiving awful wounds, the beast flew off, and the party managed to climb higher on the crag, discovering a hollow where the manticore made it's lair. Therein were the half-eaten remains of the tax collector, his money, and several orc skeletons. A crude map of the area with an unknown language was discovered on one of the skeletons. The elves sharp ears revealed perked up at hearing approaching wingbeats - the beast was on its way back. Sylinnea took one final shot, and caught the beast in the forehead, dropping it out of the sky. The party travelled back to Kelish, victorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-116023978421280537?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/116023978421280537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=116023978421280537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116023978421280537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/116023978421280537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/10/village-of-kelish.html' title='The Village of Kelish'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115837094704515050</id><published>2006-09-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:39:57.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the West</title><content type='html'>Sylinnea rose from her meditations, alone on the grassy plain. Ever since her departure from her home in the forests to the east, she had felt at ease on the limitless flat ground. Uncharacteristic as that may be for an elf, perhaps it was because she felt needed here. The human settlements nearby had little means to defend themselves from the depredations of the local orc tribes, and thus it was a self-imposed sense of duty to the lands and peoples that kept her here. She checked her gear, making ready for her morning patrol across the plains. To the south, it would be, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Aurora remained at Taloos to help heal the victims of the kobold's assault, Oskar and Mira decided to make some headway on their intended journey into the western reaches. They knew that the villages would be smaller and poorer the further they travelled, and thus wisely decided to stock up on supplies on their way through the much larger city of Welca. Villages were dispersed along the roadway every few days, but still the distance in between settlements would prove dangerous to the travellers. While moving through a small wooded area, Oskar and Mira were set upon by an Ettercap, and later were harried by a pair of worgs. Thankfully both encounters were dealt with without lasting damage, and the pair were finally on the last stretch of roadway towards the fishing village of Kelish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Taloos, Aurora was gifted with the horse and mule belonging to the farm family that the adventurers rescued from the kobolds, and thus she was able to travel quickly and catch up with Oskar and Mira in the nick of time, as suddenly the ground at Oskar's feet erupted! A large insectoid monster crawled forth, and attacked with its powerful acid-covered jaws. The creature's bites did a good deal of damage before Mira and Oskar were able to put it down, and just then Aurora arrived and was able to assist with her healing gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this was not the last the group would see of such creatures, as not much later a pair of the monsters emerged on opposite sides of the road, attacking the group from both sides. Most of the group's spell resources had been depleted during and after the last attack, and thus the adventurers were caught in a very tight spot. Suddenly, a volley of arrows flew past the beasts, giving the adventurers the distraction they needed to turn the tide of battle. The new archer introduced herself to the group as Sylinnea Nailo, elven ranger, and offered to take the adventurers back to her mentor's cabin for shelter and a chance to tend to their wounds. The group eagerly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here that the group met Keith, Sylinnea's mentor and an experienced ranger with a dislike of strangers and their conversation. They also met Ted, a bear of gigantic proportions, who apparently took it upon itself to guard Keith's cabin while he was out. They learned of the insectoid creatures that had attacked them earlier - they were called Ankhegs. While normally docile and somewhat beneficial to the land, their populations bloom every several years, and one of the tasks of the local rangers is to ensure that they do not get out of control. Thus, the group was offered a small bounty on ankheg antennae, and they decided to go out hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beasts were not difficult to find, as they would attack hungrily from the ground as the adventurers approached. With rest and Sylinnea's help, the creatures were much easier to deal with, until the group approached their nesting grounds at Grainger's Ravine. The party was unprepared for the anhkeg's tactics around their lairs, as Mira was attacked and pulled into the ground by one of the beasts! Oskar bravely leapt into the collapsing hole after her, while Aurora entered from the other cliff-side entrance, anchored by a rope held by Sylinnea. The ankheg was fortunately slain, and Mira's unconsious form recovered, before the tunnel could fully collapse. The group wisely decided to retreat to the cabin for rest at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, the adventurers returned to the ravine, this time intending to explore its northern reaches. They came upon a disturbing sight, however. At the northern end of the ravine, a box wagon attended by two cloaked humanoid figures lay. The figures opened up the wagon, and released an ankheg that was markedly different from the ones the adventurers had faced to this point. It was half again as large, its colors were a mottled red and black instead of yellow and brown, and a frightening black glow ran along its mandibles where acid would normally be found. This creature charged into the ravine, towards its lesser fellows, while the cloaked figures observed. The terrible anhkeg systematically slaughtered all the others that it could catch. The cloaked figures boarded their wagon and departed to the north before the adventurers realized it, as they were stunned by the carnage in the ravine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was agreed that this monstrosity should be destroyed, as it was obvious to both Aurora and Mira that it was not of this world. The group descented to the ravine floor, and engaged the beast. The battle was fierce, and Aurora felt the unholy beast's jaws most keenly. The adventurers prevailed, and the terrible beast fell to the ground and quickly dissolved into ashes as it died. The group quickly left the ravine before other ankhegs could arrive, and returned to the cabin, obviously distressed by what they saw that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115837094704515050?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115837094704515050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115837094704515050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115837094704515050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115837094704515050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/09/into-west.html' title='Into the West'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115694533884342729</id><published>2006-08-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:09:37.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Invasion</title><content type='html'>Just as the adventurers were starting to make plans on how to go about investigating the magical disturbance that elder mage Haidrivan had discussed with Mira, Guard Timms arrived, and advised Aurora that a messenger had arrived from Taloos. At the guard house, a pair of children from Aurora's town waited, exhausted from their hurried travel. They related a tale of horror - one of the farms near Taloos had been attacked and overrun by a horde of yapping demons! Of course, based on the rumors around Taloos and their own experiences, the group quickly deduced that the local kobolds were behind the attack. The farmer himself had been killed defending his stead. His wife, daughter and baby son were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventurers traveled back towards Taloos with the children, and made towards the farm that was attacked. They approached cautiously - the buildings were still intact, but quiet. The horses betrayed the presence of danger, and Mira was able to spot movement in the barn, so that was the first target for cleaning. The group slowly and cautiously made their way inside. Finding nothing on the ground floor, they made their way up to the loft. The kobolds sprung their ambush there, bursting in swarms from the hay. The combat was fierce, but the party prevailed, and the kobolds scattered once the fight turned against them. All were eventually caught and killed save for the shaman, who made it safely into the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmhouse was explored next. While no kobolds were found laying in wait inside the house, the farmer's young daughter was found, locked in the closet. She was nearly dead of starvation, but had managed to stave of death from thirst with the waterskin she had hidden with. Aurora did what she could for the young girl, and the group took her back to Taloos for the rest and care she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More startling was the news that the group received from Father Davis. While he knew little about the kobolds' religion, he was able to reveal that the worship of their deity, Kurltamak, revolved around the moon phases and appropriate sacrifices - and one such lunar event was approaching very soon. Thus, the party struck out immediately to the hills to the southwest where the kobolds had been sighted over the last few months. There were a few minor altercations as the group searched for the kobolds' mine, but eventually the party was able to find it. Inside, the group again fought swarms of the creatures, some being stronger than the ones they were used to facing.  The initial forray into the mine was a victory, but the party had sustained such greivous wounds so that they could not continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made camp in a fortified location nearby, all the while listening to the kobold's howls. It was this night that Mira was able to discern the exact lunar time that the kobolds' rituals would be taking place - and it would happen that evening!  Thus they were forced to press on, despite their wounds, in order to save the captive townsfolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mine was nearly cleaned out, save for the kobold's high shaman and his guards. The fight was again fierce, as the shaman's summoned monsters were terrible, but the adventurers again prevailed, slaying the shaman before he was able to sacrifice the baby. All was well, and the party safely brought the farmer's wife and baby back to Taloos, arriving for a heros' welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115694533884342729?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115694533884342729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115694533884342729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115694533884342729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115694533884342729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-invasion.html' title='Small Invasion'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115681338649812063</id><published>2006-08-28T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:44:36.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in the City</title><content type='html'>Realizing that there would be little for three adventurers to do in a small village like Taloos, the group decided to travel to Welca, the nearest city of appreciable size. Aurora had never been there, Mira was denied access to the library on her first way through, and Oskar was hoping to find work. The journey was uneventful, save for a brief sighting of a kobold along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the group was admitted through the western gate, Mira noticed a brief look of recognition from the guard. Perhaps he remembered her from her passage this way earlier? The question went unanswered, as the adventurers were tired from their foot travel, and made for a moderately priced inn. After a brief rest, they were eager to explore the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost from the start, when the adventurers were travelling in public places, they discovered that they had been the victims of petty larcenies, and some were lucky enought to catch the ubiquitous pickpockets. However, they made some small garment adjustments to protect themselves, and proceeded to more important business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira and Aurora headed straight to the Academy, hoping that Aurora's credentials as a Priestess would give Mira the reference she needed to gain access. The wait was long, as the bureaucrats and managers appeared to have other things on their minds. Fortunately, an elder Elven mage named Haidrivan Desamiel arrived in the lobby, and recognized Mira. Haidrivan was one of the elders involved in Mira's initiation into the Wolf Clan, and was happy to help cut through the red tape barring Mira from the library. Soon, she was pouring over the books and manuscripts, and studied up on extra-planar lore. Before he left Mira to her studies, Haidrivan mentioned to her that the elves had sensed an odd magical disturbance in the lands to the west and north of the human's most remote settlements, and suggested that the group investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora left to find the city's main cathedral, and was taken aback by its splendour. Inside, she found the church's library, and found a blind priest there who called himself Father Dobbs. Dobbs told Aurora that she, through an aura that he could somehow perceive, was the first thing that he had seen in ten years, ever since he had lost his sight. Aurora was understandibly astounded. Dobbs advised Aurora to search a bookshelf for a few titles relating to the heavens, and specifically those about the blessed creatures that come from those places. It was through these texts that Aurora began to suspect her Aasimar nature, as she could draw several similarities between herself and the creatures described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Oskar's exploration of the dock area bore fruit - the city was installing a more permanent stone dock to replace the old wooden one, and as a dwarf, Oskar was accosted on the street and hired on the spot to oversee the construction. Needless to say, the authorities paid a handsome sum for his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the harrassment from the local criminals worsened. On one of Mira's evening trips back from the Academy, she narrowly avoided a pair of footpads that were after her in a conveniently empty street. Even at a Valogeshian fair, Aurora's belongings were pilfered as she watched. Finally, exaspirated, Mira accosted one of the happless bureaucrats at the academy, after it had became obvious that the group was being targetted for a specific crime wave. Mira's long pause spoke volumes after she was asked "have you recently annoyed anyone possibly connected to the thieves' guild?" Two-Swords from the lumber robbery was back, and after revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party resolved to do something about the thieves in the morning, and took to rest at their inn. However, noises in the night awoke Mira, and the silence in what should have been a busy inn betrayed the ambush that the thieves had planned in the common room. The party sprung the trap, and fought off the thieves. Two-Swords was slain in the attack, and prisoners were taken to the city guards. However, the guard were not as amicable as the group had hoped. It became apparent that while most were loyal to the law, others were agents of the thieves, and that little justice would result while the situation stayed this way. The group did make friends with a loyal captain named Timms, however, and decided to return one day to bring final justice to the Theives Guild of Welca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115681338649812063?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115681338649812063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115681338649812063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115681338649812063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115681338649812063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/08/trouble-in-city.html' title='Trouble in the City'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115674235076817989</id><published>2006-08-27T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:38:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Adventure Begins....</title><content type='html'>Aurora set her canon on her table, making sure to bookmark her place. She had just heard rumor of a pair of strangers visiting Taloos! She was quite excited, as the rumors also carried that they weren't human. She had never seen an elf before, and the last time a dwarf had been in town, she was but a little girl. She quickly made sure that her medallion of faith was in display around her neck, and she left her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira quietly surveyed the quaint human village she had arrived at, wondering if indeed the rumors of an enchanted chapelhouse were true. The village seemed as normal, based on the others that she had visited, featuring the same uninspired and plain craftsmanship she had come to expect from provincial folk. However, Taloos seemed to have a unique sense of hominess about it, something that she had not felt since leaving her own village far to the east. A small smile came to her lips as she made for the town's inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oskar rubbed his forehead with his hand in frustration. He had been navigating above ground for three months now, and had thought his sense of direction had finally adapted. He was rather annoyed to discover that his journey to the west had been interrupted yet again, as he had left Welca via the wrong road - and ended up travelling north to Taloos. At least his clansmen weren't watching. Ever good natured, however, he made for the inn to evaluate the skills of the local brewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three adventurers met amicably. All had an interest in the local chapel: Oskar was drawn in as it was the only stonework within 200 leagues, Mira was interested as the building had a faint enchantment about it, and Aurora simply worked there. They met Father Davis, the old priest, who was aware of the enchantment on the old church, but not of its origins. Whoever placed it there had made sure that the building would be safe from natural weathering over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble reared its ugly head the next day. The main export of lumber from the woodcutters had been attacked on its way to Welca, and while the caravan workers had returned with their lives, the loss of the lumber would mean hard times ahead for the town. Aurora was the first to volunteer to track down the robbers, and was quickly joined by the two visitors, Oskar and Mira. The lawlessness precipitated by the wars in the east had reached as far as Taloos! The trio left town immediately in search of the thieves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three days of travel, the group noticed evidence of a struggle on the cart path, and that two carts bearing heavy loads had been moved into the bushes. The carts and lumber load were cleverly hidden just off the path, but the party had no way of moving the carts without their mules, which were nowhere to be seen. Thanks to Mira's sharp eyes, a trail of men and mules was found, and the party trekked off into the woods. After several hours, they were halted by noises from ahead - they had found the robbers' camp.  The  thieves numbered seven, and were led by a man marked only by his preference for wielding a pair of shortswords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a brief parlay, the bandits attacked, thinking that their superior numbers would lead them to victory.  However, Oskar's skill at arms, Mira's marksmanship and Aurora's skills at combat healing turned the tables, and the robbers were routed. Having no effective way of detaining them, the adventurers allowed the captured robbers to go free, and took the mules and the robbers weapons back to the lumber wagons. Finally, the group travelled back to a very grateful Taloos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115674235076817989?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115674235076817989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115674235076817989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115674235076817989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115674235076817989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/08/adventure-begins.html' title='An Adventure Begins....'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115674201754342718</id><published>2006-08-27T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:18:40.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Characters</title><content type='html'>Oskar Martzerath - Dwarven Fighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira Niello - Elven Rogue/Sorcerer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora - Aasimar Priestess of Tellanaxtrix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined later by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sylinnea Nailo - Elven Ranger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115674201754342718?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115674201754342718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115674201754342718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115674201754342718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115674201754342718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/08/characters.html' title='The Characters'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33400700.post-115663263939273049</id><published>2006-08-26T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:02:40.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a blog!</title><content type='html'>As I've said many times before, I will not create a blog.  I have not done so now.  These &lt;em&gt;webpages&lt;/em&gt; are a resource for our D&amp;D campaign.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any resemblence to a blog is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, navigate around through the 3 pages I have set up.  You'll notice I have one for the campaign backgrounds, one for various resources, and this one where I'll be writing up the group's adventures as they happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33400700-115663263939273049?l=descention.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/feeds/115663263939273049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33400700&amp;postID=115663263939273049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115663263939273049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33400700/posts/default/115663263939273049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://descention.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-not-blog.html' title='This is not a blog!'/><author><name>Kazanj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06815276217313989471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
