Heroes fell and Heroes raise again
As a group and as individuals we fail but we learn from our failures, so that we will do better next time. This is called experience and a behaviour showing intelligence.
So we recapitulated our last encounter with the Owlbears and know that we should not rush our actions, stay calm and organize and plan our movements first and as good as possible.
As unpleasant the last encounter was, as pleasant was the appearance of Sybille. Her short legs brought her to our group, finally. In this case it was lucky that we got stopped by the Owlbears and their blood sucking friends.
We gave her a short summary of what happened and the only thing she got from was that the mule is wearing dipers and I am the supposed bad guy. I mean we nearly got wiped and ‘Ch wrestled an Owlbear, but a Mule’s diper was the important point for her. Unbelievable!
Still, she is quite nice and cute.
To get over with this attitude I thought it will ease my mind to take the rest of Isabell’s special provision. Ahh, what a relief and pleasure!
Anyways, we were still heading to Cragmaw Castle to do some “business” with Goblins. It did not take long and we found the place. Even partly crumbeld it was a solid fortress and it did not look like it was easy to walk into.
So, our smallest and probably less easy to be recongnized member – of course I am talking about the Tiefling girl, don’t look at me – was sent to check out the Goblin’s hideout.
After a long, long time she came back with some news. She really did a great job, because she discovered three entrances. A side entrance to the South, unfortunately locked. The main entrance at the West, which would be able to be used because the door was not fully intact.
And a secret passage at the North which leads into a storage room (with rotten provisions, just to get you some details).
Oh did I mention that meanwhile ‘Ch and I was killing some time with some tasty booze. An awesome combination … booze and Isabell’s marvellous pouder.
And again, my brain was on fire. Of course the secret entrance sounds the most reasonable. But this is a trap, very obviously. I mean, why do you keep a secret entrance if not luring somebody. The main entrance then.
No, because … it is the Main entrance. Where else would you be expected to enter if not at the Main entrance. Hello-o!
Luckily ’Ch had the brilliant idea to use the locked door. It is locked and thus the most unexpected way to enter the castle. So, I bet on that it will be unguarded and probably unprotected. Hmmm, thinking about betting … probably I could start some kind of service and get rich beyond any imagination?
Buying a whole village to start my enterprise there? I could use some magic to turn the odds to my favor? It is new and it involves magic … I could call it Novomagic!
Sorry, my mind got sidetracked … back to our story again.
So, we had some discussion which way we should go in. With stupid arguments by all the others, except ’Ch. What a brilliant mind! And than another glamorous idea occured from some unexpeted head … Gerolamo suggested to let Lady Halia decide (no, not the Lady Halia of Phendalia, of course).
Lady got three carrots. One carrot for each entrance. And Lady got the carrot which was representing the entrance with the locked door. What a majecstic creature. Of course, it also ate the remaining carrots. I mean, it is still a mule.
It was decided and so we got to the locked entrance, as silent as possible which was an easy task for our skilled group. At the door I took a peek through the keyhole and I saw the Goblins getting ready for some fight.
I don’t know how but something must have alarmed them. Curious!
So, we stood at the door. The Goblins seemed to be aware of some strangers. Thus it seemed to be the appropriate way to knock at the door and introduce ourselves, right? Kind of but not at the particular moment, as it turned out.
Before we knew we got shot with arrows and as quick I can move usually, I was somehow trapped at the stairs and got seriously hit at my shoulder. Everyone else would have got unconscious or would have given away the last breakfast.
But I took it with bravery and like the battle hardened bard I am. But still, I took some cover from furhter projectiles.
Gerolamo created some fog and I do not want to know from where he got that out. But it worked in general and we were not able to be seen within the foggy cloud. It worked as long as Sybille started to run outside the fog’s perimeter right into a big group of Goblins and Hobgoblins.
And they did not hastle along but shot at her and wounded her, deadly. After that the Goblins wanted us to surrender and explain our incitement.
This was the moment when we remembered about Drop, the Goblin we rescued and whom we treaded kindly. So we used him as an excuse why we were there. To visit him and get to know about his well-being.
So, we got into some conversation which ended up into me losing my rapier, mail-shirt and my noble dress. And Gerolamo lost his gems. And the whole group lost a lot of gold. Greedy, bloody bastards.
But what counts was that we were able to get away with seriously wounded Sybille and we got back to our camp.
Hmm… Does this situation remind me to some other? Probably to some recently happened? Ah, no .. what? Of course it does.
Here we were again. We almost got killed, had to flight with the tails between our legs, lost many value items and gold, got humiliated beyond imagination. Broken Heroes.
But Heroes, we still were. At the core our spirits were unbroken.
Back at camp I ate and got to sleep. So, I completely missed Gerolamo’s story about the monkey, the banana and a crane. The next morning I thought that I was fortune to miss Gerolamos speech, just to find out that he started to lecture and patronize me about some Though who got drunk which he should not have been.
Or was he talking about dough … I have no idea.
Anyways, we developed a new plan including to enter at the secret entrance this time. Eager to seek revenge for getting humiliated before we went back to the castle. On the way back I saw a few simple and fast created traps. So, those bastards were awaiting us.
This did not change anything. We will go in their and beat them. But this time one by one and not all of them at once.
To start with ’Ch summoned an invisible creature … at least he explained that to us. Really! All the time an occasions he could have done this and this guy have waited until now! Curse you ’Ch. I really like that you usually behave that strange but this ability would have been extremely handy before.
So, he sent his servant forward and through a curtain, which enabled us to see a small group of Goblins. This should be easy play. Just need to lure them out.
And so … wait. What! No, not again. ’Ch entered the storage room alone and started openening the door to the left by force.
I knew that some mess will start again, put on a scale armored shirt and were yelling some words to my comrades to raise their spirit so that they believe in their abilities.
Again, things were going fast and what I can tell you is that on one side where some hoGoblins and on the other side Goblins. But a cloud of daggers made a quick end with most of the Goblins … stupid bastards.
And Sybille was able to take care of the remaining Goblins. Good girl. I guess know she got into some rythm with her casting.
Gerolamo, Prismas and ’Ch were keeping the hoGoblins at bay until. And then … big drumroll … and now the main antagonist enters the stage. It was King Groll with his wolf. A Bugbear calling himself King. Lousy asshole.
One after the other Hobgoblin fell and one of them were dropping my mail-shirt. Ah, these bastard filthed my trusted piece of protection. I will spit on his corpse later on.
Recongnizing that Sybille was doing fine I decided to join the other fight, jumping toward the last remaining Hobgoblin, swinging Talon at him and … getting out of balance and miscalculating the distance to the creature causing me missing him.
I am so much used to my rapier that the first hit with the longsword always takes my by surprise.
But suddenly this Hobgoblin were of not interest by watching King Groll trying to escape. And even more surprising seeing a Drow. What in the Spider Queen’s name does a Drow have to do with filthy Goblins or a Bugbear?
So I asked him with sign-language and Undercommon but no response. He was looking at me puzzled and thus I want to get him out of his misery. Using Talon the second time, I got used to it’s weight, it’s reach and to wield it with both hands.
I hit the creature hard and immediatle he backed up and surrendered himself. Evenmore it turned out that he was not a Drow but Doppelganger. And even more it turned out that he was Isabell’s brother.
And yes this meant that Isabell is a Doppelganger, too. Awesome! I spent a night with a Doppelganger. This is another line in my book, which will be get underscored and exclamation marks.
But back to business. There was a seriously injured dwarf who got to be treated by Gerolamo. I hope this poor guy did not have to suffer by getting told some boring storie with some shady morale put on.
And we could see King Groll trying to climb down some rumple and running away. But ’Ch shove him from the wall. A great idea to help this bastard break his neck. A stupid idea helping him to get down there even faster.
Anyways, we tried to give our best to catch him or make an end to his miserable life. Prismas and Sybille put out their mightiest spells but he was still able to gain ground. Finally I thought it was time to end playing cat and mouse.
I focused used my muscles in my throat, got my vocal cords to vibrate and producing the most unpleasant, disonant chord I could master. One quick inhale through my nose and I let that sound fly towards King Groll like a cannonball.
Of course he was not able to survive this crushing sound. I can imagine that it must feel like your nerves most explode inside you.
So, here we are. We survived, we got revenge, we had an awesome victory, we will get back our items and more, we finally found and rescued Gundren, did a great favor to wonderful Isabell and cleaned the castle from those nasty Goblins.
Applaudable Heroes we are, again!