- Group: Luthor, Imlazor, Kursk, Uvarum, Putzmeister
9th of Aulemon.
After the battle with the raiders and freeing the family, group quickly agreed that haste was in order with the one hob-goblin let go. That was doubled when a hidey spot was found and foot prints of another goblin leaving the area. Luck on our side the stinker hob goblin was full of coward juice as our captive hobbie gobbie caster said that one was the leader. Healed up as best we could, took anything of value from the dead, loaded family on horses to force march south and west to human civvy lands and the coast in hopes seeing a boat or some other friendly types. Imlazor dropped his elfie disguise to show off it was human magic that saved the family, they did not look happy about that. The militia looked a bit spooked also. Dammit, not a good time but still took some stones to do so.
Putz volunteered to watch back trail for any signs of pursuit. Made decent time as encountered no issues, though we come near to a nasty thing that Uvarum stated was an Assassin Vine, its tendril thingies hanging around to snatch a creature stumbling into it. Gave it a wide berth I do tell ya. Putz caught up and saw no signs of pursuit. Found a nice hidey thicket that night and by Aule's fortune night was quiet. Well by Aule's Thunderation, found my swords, Fang and Claw, in wrong scabbards. That big stinker hob goblin must rung my bell a bit, as certain put them back correctly, when I cleaned them before sleeping. Next day, hit the shore and made good time south and saw tides rolling in would cover bunches of our tracks. And look at all that water, thats something to see. Again, no pursuit and we had a quiet night. Though there is some sneaky stinker in the group, they chomped up all the leftovers on fire that was for dawns' feast or breakfast as the humans call it. Bet it was that Droolz mutt, stupid elf named flea farm of a wolf. It looked a bit fat, so I gave it a stink eye and farted as I walks by it. We reached what we figured more safe lands and family asked to head to their farm, wanted to pack up and move closer to town. Its TOOO dangerous on the "frontier", DUHHHHH, foolish mud rakers, what did they think might happen. We packed them up and then got to some serious work in getting information out of our captive, helping Imlazor as the stinker could only converse in orcish. He was full of bluster and such, before I asked how is fingers are working. He called us names and still acting all tough, then I dislocated one of his fingers. Aye, its a painful thing but better than being broken and he started talking, so I popped finger back in place. His clan leader, Snogg of Thogmeister clan, has ordered several raiding parties to keep favor with the blackie dragon, Aginor. Not liking the sound of that. Also, said dragon minions are Black Kobolds, like they are different. Dont like that either. Got to give Imlazor some credit, he looked a bit squeamish about finger dislocation but knew it was needed. Another quiet night but this time better, under a roof with pile of hay for a bed and full belly of food.
10th of Aulemon.
Next day entered Ramoth Creek, and the humans started whooping and hollering when rescue story was told by family and the five militia. Turned over captive to town constable for more questioning, who seemed to be happy about it. Then led to a good tavern by our militia who wanted to buy our group a round or two of drinks. Sounded good to me to drink a good foaming ale. Oh and a Baron messenger invited us to dinner next evening. Good thing on that as I was not about to leave. By Aule's Beard on Fire, human women as many different as stones in a flowing creek. What a wide variety! Tall, Medium, Short. Broad, slender, plump. And hair of blonde, red, black. Dwarf females are in two sizes: stocky and more stocky. And then the human females peculiar habit of giggling. Peaked my interest and one of the barmaids seemed to be just as interested, Jenelle was her name and she was a curvy lass top and bottom. So I bought her a drink or two after which she whispered in my ear if we could "talk" in privacy of my room with a giggle and a wink. We "talked" a few times that night and she was energetic and enthusiastic before taking her leave. And I was a bit more educated about humans. Ha!
11th of Aulemon.
Before we left for dinner with the Baron, Putz sidetracked Kursk with task of getting reading to behead the goblin captive, said he needed to practice. Pretty sneaky move by him, I expect he was worried Kursk murdering someone at the manor...... or murdering them in order to eat them. Come to find out Kursk got sidetracked some more, Kursk after practicing with axe, sees a pure female orc, convinced her to "breed" with Kursk to bear strong sons.
So only Putz, Imlazor and Uvarum was with me, Luther, to the manor house with Uvarum looking nervous and Imlazor tense and back in elfie disguise. Baron Welton was not what I expected, he was polite and..... nice. He thanked us for saving his subjects as well as information about more raids. He then introduced us to his wife Cora, a pleasant looking and charming woman, and three offspring during dinner. Rosamund his daughter around 15 or 16, very pretty, even more charming than her mother and seemed very intelligent. Kellen, a right stout lad of 14 who was knowing of fighting skills and learning to be a captain of men at arms. Then Stark the young boy, and by Aule's Anvil, he just knew something about everything and could talk and talk. I swear my ears were hurting and left Putz to chat him up while I eye-wandered a bit and starting comparing Cora and Rosamund with Jenelle...... and Rosamund caught me staring, she gave a slow wink and sly smile. By Aule's Hammer and Anvil, I turned red and proceeded to get my pipe to calm me down when Baron agreed time for a good smoke and led us all to a smoking room as he called it. WHAT, who needs a separate room to smoke in. I was just about calmed down when Imlazor started making fancy smoke "rings", except in squares and triangles, obviously showing off his magicy skills. Then I saw Rosamund look around and did then same.... but she was NOT smoking!!!!! That startled Imlazor and started a long low voiced conversation with her. What Thunderation of Aule is going on. Shortly after that, the Baron asked about Kursk and wanted to chat with him about why his clan chief is directing more trade traffic down the river instead of using trail to Ramoth Creek. Then "the party" was politely announced as being was over and we left. As we chatted amongst ourselves, Imlazor admitted to outing himself to Rosamund as a human wizard. By Aule's balls, I am thinking not the time nor the place. Also, we figured they were checking us out more than just "thanks for the rescue". Not liking the sound of that. I am thinking better be sleeping tonight with Fang and Claw close by. Heck, I think I will sneak out to the tavern stable hay loft to sleep, JUST IN CASE!