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Feasting Hounds

General Summary

Accepting the mercenary work was not easy, but each of them had to get to the town of Bujek. Earning some money by doing a casual work did not seem like a bad idea.   Two half-orcs, tabaxi and an Elf, group of the ages.... whoever was so reckless to trust them to finish moving the supplies meant for religious purposes. Some candles, incense, holy water. Supplies that they have to bring to the church of Ilimah in the town of Bujek. They should contact a person named Eva Doned.   In the snows the group pushed the carage towards the town of Bujek, and on their way they noticed the magical mists getting thicker and thicker. Even thou Bujek the south east of Truval, the town of Bujek is not affected by the mists, it seems that their effect has improved.   While traveling in the snow, the group noticed two man torn apart with their chests punched clean through. Several hungry bloody humanoid forms glared hungrily at the group. All with bloody froth comming from their mouth. With a roar, they charged at the party.   Szeua quickly jumped on top of the wagon to get better view of all the enemies. Thaurudriel on the other hand failed to do so. Hugur and Kruusk ran forwart to meet the Gnouls head on. After pile of arrows, firebolts slashings and hackings the party managed to oblitirate all of the bloodthursty gnouls.   Huddled in the brush nearby came a grievously wounded young woman. Clothed in scraps of clothing that at one time were likely of great value, she shows evidence of torture. Numerous bite marks and scratches cover her flesh, and her eyes glint with madness. She is giggling to herself, and as the group draw close these giggles become a full-on raucous laugh.   She is unable to communicate – even telepathically, her mind is as jumble of madness and rage.   After several tries to talk and they used clean water and all the dirtied the clean clothes they had. Up until only the full use of lay on hands containing the will of the lord of the 9 Hells, Thaurudriel managed to bring the woman to her right mind even for couple of seconds.   Maerion Thistledove and her brothers were waylaid on the road by the gnolls. They were captured three days ago and held in tiny, cramped cages.   The gnolls have captured several other people and alternate between torturing these people and simply eating them. She whispered to the group: “Follow the white gravel”.   Fine silver chain with a set of clasped hands as a pendant, the sign of Ilimah triggered an argument between Szeua and Kruusk, one beeing a tabaxi following something sparkly, the other being a treasure hunter.   They put the human bodies on the cart, and some of the weapons of the gnolls, and followed the snowy path towards the town of Bujek
Campaign
The Lost Vale
Protagonists
Szeua Khrong
Hugur Gaz
Player Journals
Getting new goods by Eva Doned
Report Date
10 Aug 2018
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