THE JOURNAL OF THORIN RYO
by Doragon Kishu
Chap I – Paladin
Chap II – 200 Years Of Peace
Chapter III – Nekana Agnimitra
Chapter IV – The Spider
Chapter V – Thugs (Part 1)
Chapter IX – The Magic Grows
CHAPTER X – Challenging Times
Once we gathered supplies, and rested, we finally set off for the Blightlands.
Along our way we ran into an odd traveler, who insisted on traveling with us, and against my wishes, did.
But we positioned him ahead of us, so that we could watch him.
Our Elven Fighter Laenor, however, was intrigued by him, and so walked ahead with him.
After many hours of traveling the desert of Ganesboro, we came upon a village that appeared to be on fire.
At long last, the whole purpose of our Party coming together in Pinnacle had come to fruition…
To defend the Allied lands of Ganesboro from the onslaught of Gnoll attacks.
In order to protect the Magic Users (Mainly myself and our Druid Arinar), we took ranged positions.
Ashkan our Ganesmen Ranger also stayed back with us.
Sadly, only recently receiving more abilities from my God Theramus, I didn’t think to Cast Bless upon the Melee, which I later regretted, though we were successful none the less.
After slaying some 5 to 7 Gnolls, our Party began putting out the fires that stretched all across the village.
I heard someone calling out in the burning Tavern, and ran in to see if I could be of aid.
The voice seemed to be coming from the second floor, and though I suspected that it wasn’t a good idea to traverse the damaged stairs, my Paladin sensibilities took over, and I attempted to head up.
As I suspected, they gave, and I fell through them, landing in the fire itself, somewhere in the basement of the facility.
I Cast Lay On Hands on myself, thus removing the burns from my body.
I then made my way through the dark underbelly of the Tavern, and found myself in the storage room, which was filled with food, drink etc.
There was no door in, which meant there must be some sort of secret/hidden door, but I was unable to find it.
This is another moment that I later, once again, regretted, as I believe I could have Cast Thunderous Smite, and blasted my way right through one of the blank walls.
But these newly acquired gifts from my God, had yet to become instinct, and so instead I sat and made sandwiches for the Party as they tried to help the people upstairs, as well as trying to find a way to get me out.
Our other Elven Fighter Fildaerae was finally able to figure a way upstairs, but by the time she got there, one of the people in troubled had died.
She did, however, bring the remaining injured down into the street.
Meanwhile outside, Ashkan tried to save a little injured girl from one of the buildings, but could do no better than to bring her into the street.
Our Druid Arinar, however, was able to convince the little girl to drink a healing potion, and thus she survived.
We came to find out that she was mute, and her mother was one of the people Fildaerae saved.
As it turned out, the little girl was blessed with ‘magic’, and the mother wanted to send her south, further away from the Cursed Gnolls (If the gnolls claw or bite a magic wielder, they become cursed, and shortly die).
Though I was inclined to take her with us, having a soft spot for Magic Users because of my Mother (She was banished from his homeland because she had magical gifts which is frowned upon in the land), Ashkan convinced me that the way we were travelling would only have more Gnolls, and so one of our Party Members, Ulfin, the Dwarven Barbarian, said he’d take her south, then return to our Party.
We then left for a large City 5 hours North, and once we negotiated with the Captain of the Guard, we were allowed entrance where we would hit the local Tavern, then get a long nights rest at the Inn.
Prior to sleeping I spoke to the Captain of the Guard, and found out that there was a ‘magic enchantment’ surrounding the Blightlands, which cause one to go mad, and suggested that we take the tunnels underneath the border instead.
However, these tunnels were in rough structural shape, as well as being infested with Gnolls.
The Captain also sent one of his guards to show us to an entrance into the tunnels.
We entered the large tunnel and traveled through it for a bit, until we hit a fork and had to choose either right or left.
I detected that there were no traps, and so we flipped a coin, and went right.
Just as we entered the right tunnel, Arinar detected magic coming from ahead, but by then it was too late.
The sand opened up, and a huge spider came out and attacked Laenor who was in front.
He was struck, and injected with poison, I must get to him!
PICTURE CREDIT – Gnolls