Gods and Giants
Durin Journal 4
5-7-2016: Session 4
The orcish onslaught continued well into the night. My brothers and I continued to clear house after house, dispatching orc after orc. This attack seemed like it would never end, at least until we met up with Omast at a makeshift barricade at the edge of town. Looking down the hill, we saw countless orcs waiting to make their attack on the barricade. They poured through the gates like water through a dam and we repelled them with everything we had. Luckily I had picked up a few of the bombs that the dead orcs carried and put them to good use. The effectiveness of these bombs really piqued my interest and I intend on researching alchemy further. Finally, after the piles of dead orcs neared the top of our barricades, the attacks stopped and we were able to see an end in sight. We quickly went down towards the last fire, only to realize it had been trapped. We backed away and Mandy light the fire with a burning arrow. An enormous explosion was let loose that could be heard throughout the town.
Before we could catch our breath, an enormous cave giant rounded the corner and spotted us. He was truly a gruesome sight. He had been chained to four separate orcs, none of which seemed to have any control of the giant. We moved to engage the giant and quickly felt its wrath. The beast swung a chained orc at me and knocked me out cold. When I regained consciousness, the giant was dead, but we had sustained heavy damage ourselves.
The Calvary showed up not long after I was revived and generously help tend to our wounds. After being fully healed, we were told that the orc with the facial tattoos we were looking for had made his way into a cave just a few hundred yards up from us. We set the Calvary as guards and entered the cave system against our better judgment. We made quick work of some shadow rats and then were set upon by an enormous skeleton. The giant skeleton tore Sol in half with a direct hit. It was possibly one of the most gruesome scenes I have witnessed in my life. The bloodbath was short lived. Before long, Felix and Mandy running for their lives and luckily were leading the skeleton away from me. In the few seconds I had before the skeleton returned, I shoved both halves of Sol’s corpse into the magic bag we have and then I drank a potion that makes me invisible to undead. I snuck out and we regrouped at the church. We rested for the night at the church before returning to the caves. Once we had a chance to prepare, the skeleton went down pretty easily. While we searched the room, we were set upon by the tattooed orc, a troll, and two dire wolves. After seeing Sol and Felix go down again, we scored a few lucky hits and emerged victorious.
We finished searching the cave and I soon realized why this orc was so motivated to find this place. This was the resting place of some very powerful artifacts. First, a hammer that piqued the interest of Felix as well as some armor that Sol desperately needs. In addition we found a significant amount of gold and minor magic items. We took inventory and headed back to the inn to divide up the spoils of battle as well as get some much needed rest. In the collection of items that we found was a note from a hill giant chieftain that seemed to be the primary mastermind behind the attacks on the town. In addition, we found a magical rock that seems to depict half of a map of the Mindspin Mountains. The note we found said that this was one of the items that the hill giant was after. It seems our path forward will take us to this hill giant’s encampment, but not before some rest and training.
Downtime Log : Between sessions 5-7 and 5-21
As we take time away from adventuring to learn some new skills and spend some of our spoils of battle, I have decided to take the time to work on my necklace. I am going to rush to enchant it to bestow additional intellect and skills to whoever wears it. With the rest of my time, I am going to study alchemy and linguistics in order to learn how to use it to my best advantage. I have no doubt that in our adventures to find Lord Denovan, we are going to need someone with skills in the arts of diplomacy, intimidation, and maybe even a little bit of deceit. If I have learned nothing else in my travels and misadventures, one thing is abundantly clear; I was not gifted with the physical prowess of my brothers and sisters, so I need to find a way to use my mind to its full potential. Out thinking, out talking, and out maneuvering will be the best chance I have to write myself into the Berseles family history books.