Session 1x6

Session 1x6 happened on 14 Feb 2021. The players were antidose (Boletus), Arkadien (Cigfran), Hakuin (Morradin), Jam (Whist Honeynose) and WolfgangHemingway (Kell the Wren).

## Summary

The party headed north then east. A group of harpies attacked the party at night but were driven off. They avoided a party of Rust Brothers, but were confronted by a Rust Demon, which they escaped. They also came across the statue previously found in Session 1x5 and demolished it, returning to Dryvault with 2 units of stone.

## In-character tales

### Wolfkiller's letter

To my brothers and sisters in The Forest,

As you’ve been receiving my notes for hundreds of years, I will try and be brief.

I, Wolfkiller the Hunter, have joined with a group of four other travelers to continue my explorations to the West. Although I am the only Elf, at least one of the others is a Half-Elf who, as a Druid, also worships Flow. I will keep an eye on him and do my best to help him achieve his potential. The others include two Orcs and an old, small & shifty Goblin… so we will see how this group fares.

Although this land is beautiful, I find it surprisingly inhospitable. In our first two days, we were attacked by Harpies, had to avoid a large unit of Rust Brothers, were threatened by a 12-foot tall Rust Brother Demon Knight and then again attacked by Harpies…

While my traveling companions are certainly not Elves, I do find that we are working surprisingly well together and that they have shown impressive bravery. I am actually even growing fond of the Goblin!

I will write again at our next stopping point.

### Whist's journal

**Springrise . 1 . ???**

*Leaving Dryvault*

My adventure begins and what a fine beginning it will be, leaving with a band of hearty adventurers! Without a doubt in my mind I'm sure we'll make it to our goal!

*Our Adventure*

Our travels were eventful, yes they were! Mhm, we ran into a pair of beastly hounds of some sort - each with wriggling snakes connected to their heads! In an effort to spook 'em off, I climbed a rock and presented myself as large as I could and roared at them! It didn't quite work the way I wished it, but mhm they did get a surely spook! They saw us as prey and we proved 'em wrong indeed, indeed we did.

Just a shame though that I wasn't able to scare them off like I wanted, instead they were just hesitant to attack us is all.

The lass Kell got herself in a bind, and I watched from m'rock as she fell and lost an ear. When we finally did shake off the hounds, I patched her up good with bandages of mine, I did indeed.

When the fight was won, we did quite notice that there was a statue there, a odd one it was yep. Cigfran was able to tell us what it was, a story called The Trader, a man who betrayed the Raven Sisters and sold off childrens to the Rust Brothers for slavery he did. Horrible it is. We decided when we returned to home that we'd tear it down for stone.

*Setting Camp*

We didn't make it much far, without food and a hurt in our step we made camp close to our goal but not quite. The forest was mighty nice, I could think 'bout all the wood we'd be able to get from it. But we decided ultimately to head on back home. I learned a neat trick with my snout and flowers, I can reliably set a flower on my nose and puff it into the air n'catch it again! Neat innit?
I sure think so.

The flowers here certainly are pretty too. I hope I can return, and I hope we don't get too hurt like this time. Well! Sleep time yep yep.

### Kell's tale

"You 'eard me. Snake. Bloody. Lions."

Kell looks pointedly from her cup to innkeep and back again.

"Lions. Wiv snakes on their heads. Quite spritely, too-" She gestures at the scar and missing chunk of ear on her right side. "Mate, I was like liquid bloody shadow and it still got me. That reminds me, I should look at trading these lockpicks for a crossbow or summink..."

"Course, they finally broke on the bulwark of that fella, Morradin, I fink. Good lad." She finishes her cup and wipes her mouth.

"No hydra song, but plenty at camp that night went wrong. An' I don't need to be a thief to tell ya I was thieved that night. Course, I am, and I was. Damn near made me feel homesick for the city."

Kell barks out a dry laugh.

"The bear? Yeah. Does a good roar and not a bad nurse either, apparantly. Who'da thought, eh? That spooky gal Cigfran knows her stuff, too. Bit of angst goin on inside all them cloaks. Got a bit shook up about a statue of some old pervert slaver we found."

Kell looks around the smoky inn, to see who isn't keeping an eye on their drink and therefore has willingly handed it over to charity...

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. We bought back some stone. You want some for a wall or summink dontcha?"

"Whatchu mean do I want another drink? Can't you see I've got one ear?"

Kell slams her fist on the counter at her own joke and continues to drink through the pain.