Session Four - Across the Drunderry River
General Summary
Ozias bounded ahead through the darkness. Over small rises, pushing through knee-high grass. Rounding scrub brush and the occasional tree as the four Pixie continued to zig and zag ahead. blinking into and out of view ahead. He leaned onto a gnarled tree his chest heaving as he gulped the cool air, then sprang forth again as one flittered ahead in the distance. His darkvision helpful in the unlit rural area as he continued to chase the fleeting fey.
Back in Malforten Sir Alistair Howell and Risha conversed on the stairs. Still looking at the pinpricks of light in the distance. Plotting the advantages of riding out, or staying put. With a third of the Militia off gathering wood, and both Quinn and Leofric also out with the working party there was some concern as to whether the village could hold off an assault. Alexandre Loralen noticed the absence of the Cleric, and began looking about. The Half-Orc's heavy boots were easy to follow, and after a short moment to grab equipment all three stood at the base of the wooden watchtower looking up. Sir Howell was the first to climb the ladder and as his torch cast it's light across the Shrine to Wenafar Risha, and Alexandre were soon also standing upon the platform looking about. They had tracked Ozias here, his prints did not depart, and yet there was no evidence of him being here.
Ozias crested a small rise, and stared at a huge cottonwood tree where the moonlight from above cast patterns of light on the ground, and reflecting off the water nearby. a momentary flicker of light as one of the fleeting fey disappeared nearby, but before he could push himself forward a lone woman stepped from behind the tree trunk. Slender with milky white skin, and blonde almost silvery hair flowed from her shoulders as smooth as the translucent gown she wore slid about her legs and the ground as she almost floated rather than stepped. Ozais was frozen as she stepped to the waters edge, gathered her gown, and squatted to to cup her hand into the water, and sip.
One of the Pixies he had pursued appeared upon the Cottonwoods root, soon another was straddling a low hanging branch. The Elven woman stood, and turned to face him her voice almost inside his head rather than spilling from her mouth, and those lips... Ozias stood dumbfounded a moment, before he realized 'she' was waiting for an answer. He composed himself, having had a conversation already, but now realizing he had been staring at, and supposedly talking with the tree. She repeated "I can't hear you! Do you mean me harm, or shall you simply stare?" He took a few steps toward the waters edge, enough to close the distance, but staying well beyond arms reach. A voice again inside his head "You are very modest for your kind" Instinctively Ozias looked away again as the Elven woman's gown almost revealed too much. The sheer almost too see-through, but something pulled his gaze back. "Why are you here?"
The Half-Orc tripped over his words, he felt embarrassed as he looked upon the Elven woman, but when he tried to look away, something pulled him back. He was compelled to answer her questions of where he had came came from. Confused when she said he had travelled far. Convinced she meant the threat that the Fey would haunt him if he disturbed the graveyard, but it was the comment about how he only meant harm to Gritznak the Bold that made her pause. She lifted her hand and a shimmer emerged from her fingertips, he felt the enchantment take hold, but something said let it pass. He felt as if he was floating. There was a calm. Then she was gone, and everything went black.
A splash of water awoke Ozias with a start. He was in a fishing boat, along the dock, smelled of fish innards, and soaked as Risha had doused him with a bucket. It was dawn in Malforten. The herds were already heading out, and Tippi had already begun banging away at the blacksmiths. At breakfast Ozias relayed his tale to Sir Howell who agreed to a scouting mission as concern of a raid against the village was still high. Hearing Ozias swear he knows the location of the Goblin raiders would aleveate things, if they could get some idea of numbers. And so Risha, Alexandre, Ozias saddled up with the Knight and departed to scout. They easily found the spot Alexandre has earlier cut willow reeds, and he picked up the trail of fresh wolf prints headed south, and back north. They continued along until mid day where a natural fording area showed promise, except for the multiple Water creature in the river. As they group ate they saw four Goblins atop Wolves along the ridge across the river. Questioning if they should turn back, or press on it was decided if they pushed forward hey could still gain the surprise. If instead they returned the goblin patrol, which had clearly seen them would report and alert the raiders. Matters were further complicated when one lone pixie revealed herself to Ozias and offered an advantage a faster way if they want to press forth. Although annoyed at not being able to see the small creature and ask her directly Sir Howell agreed to press forward.
They broke camp, and rode hard North. Following the river to the bend as told. then as they passed another large cottonwood tree along the bank, as this was surely far to far north to be the one Ozias was at last night, an old stone arch bridge stretched across the gorge to the other side. as they pushed forward the bridge lead to an Old Imperial road that climbed the eastern bank and lead North.
Was that the same tree?
Are the Wolf riders in pursuit, or did Sir Howell give them the slip?
Did Ozias imagine everything? Was it the wine in his wineskin, or was he under the effects of Charm Person/Creature
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Eryl the Hoskin, In'ayah , Odel, Amanda
Report Date
07 Jun 2023
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