Session Two Report

After a long night of carousing, me and the gang headed off to Castle Calealen to seek out our fortunes. We couldn't find our merry bard, but we were fortunate to have a brave Knight of St. Yldris join our ranks. Tromping through the woods we heard some chatter, so we hid behind shrubs. A motley group of goblins were passing complaining about their "uppity cousins" and "Jib-jak paying too much attention to Jedra". We left the goblins to enjoy their lives and continued on to the castle keep.
 
When we arrived, we saw the castle built into a hill. Hoping to avoid a grand entrance, we circled the hill to look for other means and happened upon a narrow cave. Unfortunately the cave was crowded with chittering sting-bats. Fortunately we dispatched with all and sundry receiving only minimal scars. Plus, within the cave we found treasure and now we know where to find some juicy sting-bat meat when our hunger rises.
 
We entered the cave, walked down a long and narrow passage and met with a door, beyond which we could hear voices. As quiet as our burly gang could manage, we snuck through the door and found ourselves in, what we only assumed, was the back of the castle. The voices were carrying from down a set of stairs, but we weren't yet ready to party, so we snuck through another door which brought us outside upon ramparts. At the end of these ramparts was a tower inside of which we could hear goblin voices. As I stated, we weren't yet ready to party, so we went back whence we came and stoppered the door to the ramparts closed with the flint of an arrow. We crept down another passageway to another tower. Inside we found a trapdoor that lead down to a mysterious hanging canoe filled with a most gruesome collection of spiderwebs. Not our favorite type of web.
 
I might have gotten bonked on the head, for all I can recall after seeing the gruesome spiderwebs was that we disrupted and destroyed a small party of goblins, found ourselves down another level and heard chanting from behind a door. Our resident lover of chaos and devotee of Memnon delighted to inform us that the chanting was in praise of the demon lord Orkus. Our footwear is so dampening, I delight in calling them "sneakers". I tell you this only to show how easily we were able to enter this chapel of dark chanting without being discovered by the goblin priestess within. She was flanked by a most gruesome pair of reanimated skeletons, so we quickly took advantage of the shadows within and launched a rapid assault on the priestess herself. Before she could even get off a spell, Malasoda smashed her spine and the skeletons dropped to the floor. Fa la la -- more treasure, a tarnished key, and dark idolatry to collect -- back to exploring the castle.