An Ogre for Urogar

The remainder of our journey to Juddall was uneventful and quite pleasant really. Although once in the city it didn't take long for us to bump into a new friend, quite literally. Touch of Burlap in Winter, or Toby as they were happy to be called, had collided with our carriage. Explaining ourselves they seemed most interested in our lives as adventurers and decided to join us. I had hoped to learn more of the Walled Reach, but Toby seemed reticent to share or perhaps simply had little to say. Regardless we had spent some time shopping at a Night Caravan that was in the area before agreeing to an escort request by another professor of Spokewall University. Associate Professor Clumrashkmerruath Urogar, a dragonborn by the looks of it, was more than passionate about his meteorological research, vexing though it may be, and more than eager to release an instrument of his upon a high peak of the east side of the Aegis Mountains. Hiking into the Aegis Mountains was thrilling, the rugged terrain, the ever climbing heights and most of all the pair of displacer beasts hunting us. We survived thanks to a roving pack of blink dogs, sadly one fell in the fight. We pushed on a little longer and reached a suitable peak facing the Corridor of Storms. Having had the last 5 days to ruminate on the professor's lectures the following could be gleamed about the region.
 
1) Violent storms ravage the Corridor of Storms moving east to west toward the mountains and tearing apart the landscape along the way.
 
2) The storms are not only frequent but somewhat regular. The professor was confident in his assumptions on when storms would hit the peaks.
 
3) Once the storms have collided with the mountains they do not roll over the peaks and peeter away naturally but instead dissipate almost instantaneously.
 
Professor Urogar was able to find the perfect place for his machine, but a small assembly of ogres were planted there firmly. The professor, in what can only be stated as obtuse recklessness, approached the ogres commanding them "leave". To their credit the ogres cared little for the words of the professor stating only that they were suffering stomach pains after gorging on a certain flower. The flower was obviously toxic, and so a deal was struck wherein we would cure them of their pains and they would leave the peak to our experiments. Rhossyn was quick to locate the proper flora for a gastrointestinal relief compound and I ground them into a paste which was added to some water to make the remedy easily consumed (and less flower-like should they have trauma). The ogre happily left stating their intent to find halflings to devour and the site was ours. When the storm finally came it was awe-inspiring. Shear winds whipping at the skin, so forceful the grasses and moss might be lifted up with the rain. Most striking was the lightning though. An array of color and show of grandeur I had never before witnessed. Though it was somewhat spoiled when I had to pour the last of my magic into the meteorological device to keep it functional.
 
Nonetheless our task was complete. Rhossyn spoke to me in Juddall that perhaps the cause of the halfling deaths in Underhill we'd read about may be attributed to the ogres we'd allowed to live in the Aegis Peaks. I thought it a coincidence they'd mentioned halflings as they left, but to assuage my friend's concerns (and to line our pockets a bit more) I agreed to traveling to Underhill to investigate. The travel was placid, but the Underhill area was marked by great divots in the earth. After some guidance from a resident hiding in their home, we were lead to the elder. An elderly, though unabashed, halfling and a half-orc, quite martially competent. From their testimony we discerned that the creature in question was not one of the ogres we'd encountered, but instead a subterranean ambush predator known as the bulette. And we have set our sights on hunting it.