The First Night

Session 1 - 4/14/2024
I find myself in a wagon filled with dwarves and other members whose names I don't know.
Brynhil is playing a panflute, a dwarf named Tseren is playing a triangle, Chono plays a lute, and a dragonborn named Quen who plays a saxophone/horn. They're playing a grand old tune, but it wasn't exactly my taste. The bandmembers explain it needs something.
The band is talking to Lukas, and they're talking some villages where they lived. Brynhil joined the band because they want to spread music.
Tseren talks to Chono about where they're stopping, and Chono dryly says yes, this is the place. The horses come to a draw. We're stopped on a mountain.
As I hear the winds whip around, the music chords start to get really annoying. In the background I hear something unusual. There's a sort of bass drum in the distance, and it seems like Willow Ulgen hears it too. The booming just gets louder and louder. It reminds me of a landslide? There's a fire that suddenly explodes up into the air, as logs and start crashing around. The band doesn't care, funnily enough. The joys of music I suppose.
There's suddenly a loud explosion that slaps the mountain nearby to its core. The horses are SPOOKED. The band members call to us and tell us to get out. Diaga grabs some skewered meat on the way out. Must be hungry.
An explosion rocks the bottom of the wagon, throwing us up into the air. Time feels like it slows down - guess that happens when I don't react in time to grab onto the cart. The cart shatters. I'm knocked prone and unconscious.
<is unconscious>
As I wake up, I'm being dragged across the ground by Kingen away from the wreckage. There's some boars ahead of us that notice up. They're posturing, threatening to charge. I take a stance to indicate to the boars that I'm non-threatening, palms up. The boar backs up, but more come closer, uneasy, threatened. A real shame the band doesn't have any instruments. As I feel the surge of nature coarse through me, a fire lights in my eyes as I light the ground ahead of me on fire.
The boars did not like that (who could have seen that coming...).
<Engage Battle 1 - The Battle of Boar Forest>
. - One of the boars charges at me but fails to strike a hit with its tusk, taking some damage from the bad animal movement.
. - Another boar charges the musicians and starts hurting them with its tusks.
. - Roger flanks right and erupts a blast of confetti, killing the boar hurting the musician (Eldritch Blast) .
. - I kill the boar in front of me by shooting poison gas directly in its snout. It stumbles back, inhaling it all in.
. - The band takes more damage from the boars.
. - I annihilate another boar with my palm, shooting poison gas directly in its snout.
. - Diaga does the same move and attacks the remaining boar as a cloud of poison gas shoots from her palm - the boar is pissed.
. - I move in towards the remaining boar, and shove my hand directly down its throat in a visceral fashion, injecting poison gas directly into its lungs. It withers away.
<End Battle 1 - The Battle of Boar Forest>
As the boar withers away, I carve it for supplies:
+1 boar eye (-3)
+1 boar pouch of blood (-3)
As more trees fall in the distance, loudly. Brynhil jumps, scared. What sounds like heavy footsteps is coming from our right.
Diaga announces us that there's a Vomethndan soldier force near us, with a goliath holding an arcane rifle ahead of a pack. They charge northward from the south end of the pond, heading up towards the mountainside to attack whatever may be there. A number of horse-drawn carts pass us, and notice us coming out of the forest.
The Vomethndan soldiers notice and call out "Hey! There's refugees here!"
We get taken to a Vomethndan tent camp, and are brought into a tent, mainly due to the fact no one is bleeding. We're lucky enough that we could convince them to lend us some supplies. Inside the tent encampment, we're shown a rebar crate filled with a bunch of monster parts and random assortments of crap. We loot the crate for supplies:
+1 stone (-2)
+1 tail (-2)
Willow Ulgen asks about a satyr named Nessa - the Vomethndans don't recognize the name.
We're asked to gather some firewood out in the forest - in exchange for doing so, we ask for protection for our bardic musician friends back at the tent. The Vomethndan soliders agree.