Session 12: The Giant's Revenge! Report

General Summary

After catching their breath the party moved through the narrow corridor, the Giant squeeing threw in dire wolf form.   Citrus wandered into a room to the side which contained a heavily snoring cultist cuddling a small keg of beer. This room has clearly been full of treausre at one point but now a few coins and broken items wre elal that was left of the hoard. The strange child, an enigma to the rest of the party after his strange encounter wiht the dragon at Greenest, drew out his knife and cooly slit the throat of the sleeping cultist. Citrus stared into the eyes of his victim whilst the dying cultist's lifeblood oozed away, his young face showing no emotion other than perhaps curiosity. He stood and walked out of the room without looking back, the rest of the party unaware of the cold and calculated murder he had committed so close by.   A sturdy new door awaited the party further on, they hesitated only briefly before heading in. A well-furnished room greeted them lit by two oil lamps. In chests they found female travelling clothes and a set of purple dragon armour. The party deduced that this may have been the bedroom of Frulam Mondath, the female leader of the raid on Greenest. A rug had been withdrawn in the centre of the room revealing a chute down into the darkness.   A table sat nearby and the adventurers examined it's contents closely:  

Spread open on one of the tables is a simple map of the Greenfields area showing the villages the cult attacked and looted. An arrow is sketched in from the Greenfields toward the west and the town of Beregost on the Trade Way, where the arrow turns north. A separate sheet of paper that is covered with numerals in columns contains the note, “Everything must be freighted north to Naerytar. Rezmir allowed us to keep some pearls, a ring, and a handful of small stones.” Other papers are of less interest; most of them have bad poetry about dragons.

  After their journey to the camp and various combats the party decided to take a rest at this point and formulate their plan of action. Refreshed and fed, they headed carefully down the chute in Mondath's room, a rope had helpfully been left attached to aid the descent.     Picasso emerged first into the darkness but as he rounded a corner he quickly realised that this area was not empty. A form, familiar to the other party members if not to Picasso, waited there flanked by two large, heavily muscled orcs carrying huge axes. They stood silent and stoic, clearly expecting the companions...   “You survived! I don’t know whether to be disappointed or pleased. It’s a mix of both, I think."   ...said Langdedrosa Cyanwrath looking straight at The Giant. He licked his lips and the eager expression on his scaled blue face made it obvious that he was looking forward to the rematch.   The party members drew back to give the combatants space and the orcs also stepped back to allow their master room to maneuver. Cyranwrath circled The Giant taunting him confidently about his previous defeat. The Giant, ignoring the taunts, attempted to slip away into the shadows but the half-dragon's draconic sight followed him and his deftly-wielded two-handed sword followed swiftly behind....   It was at this moment that Khorg, with his hobgoblin sense of honour, decided to intervene. Deducing that this fight might not go well for The Giant and seeing the two huge warriors that awaited the outcome he decided to tip the scales in the favour of the heroes. Letting off a prepared crossbow bolt at the nearest orc he began to prepare a spell.... Khorg's actions seem decidedly foolish as the nearest orc roared a battlecry and threw himself at Khorg, the greataxe finding purchase in Khorg's back as he withdrew, almost felling him in one massive swipe. However, this had played into Khorg's hands as the orcs charged forward rashly and the rest of the party now engaged them, Picasso throwing himself in the centre of the melee bravely.     This proved almost fatal however as Cyranwrath, aware of the party flaunting the rules of combat, opened his toothy maw and unleashed a bolt of crackling, blue lightning. This attack severly injured Citrus knocking him from his feet but also allowed The Giant, now in the form of a huge brown bear, an opening and he swiped at Cyranwrath with his enormous claws tearing some of the armour from the half-dragons's back and drawing blood. It was becoming abundantly clear to Cyranwrath that this fight would not be as easy as the last one....   Citrus, back on his feet after healing hit back with fire breath, mocking the half-dragon openly. The party were no longer afraid of the might of Cyranwrath! As Picasso rolled-with the blows of the furious orc beserkers, Khorg unleashed his spell. A brave gamble, he covered the floor with a black sticky ichor. This had the desired effect almost immediately as several of the combatants found it very hard to stay upright and were knocked prone. This was the turning point in the battle, the proud Cyranwrath and his orc bodyguards found it very hard to keep their feet on the oil and managed to land very few blows from this point on. In contrast, the party seemed at home on the slippery substance and gained a huge advantage over thier opponents. What looked like a dangerous fight now turned heavily in favour of the companions and they finally vanquished their sworn enemy, it may not have been a noble way to win but it was very effective!

Character(s) interacted with

Langdedrosa Cyranwrath- Half-dragon villain