Kingmaker+Session+6

**Enter the summoner, Keerinaal! Tatzylwyrms, Tuskgutter, and the Attack on the Trading Post!** **6-20-15**

Keerinaal Skybreach, a half-elven summoner, arrived in Bloodstone of Damara in the fall. A clean and beautiful city designed by a paladin. An exceptionally tall white tree with silver leaves grew in the city that repelled demons. It had been brought back as a seed from the war against the Lich King in Vaasa and grown here in the victors' city.

He had received word that the Sword Lords were looking for brave adventurers to into the kingdom of Vaasa ... where since the slaying of the lich king the country side had laid fallow. It had gone to the wilds and banditry. Adventurers were being called to tame and civilize the land for Damara. Many others had already left the gates into the Green Belt. The young summoner accepted a charter to go and join a group operating in the kamelands from Oleg's Trading Post.

He passed through the enormous gate of Bloodstone, two towering statues that stood defensively to stare into the valley of Vaasa, guarding the enormous wall. Weeks of travel to the west through uncivilized hills and plains brought him to the rustic log walls of the trading post.

He walked up up the hill with his eidolan, Uriel to the first real sign of civilization. Fresh construction was being done at the trading post and the gate was open. A trader was exiting the city. As he approached closer, he could see several guards bearing the symbol of Bloodstone working on the construction. A hefty, broad chested, and balding man was in the center of town where there was a wagon of things to sell.

An elven woman with shorter dark-red hair, dressed in pale blue robes and strange facial and ear piercings, was coming out of the main house with a dashing pale-blonde elven man, dressed in black, coming out just behind her. She glanced up to see the half elf's approach. His mannerisms and clothing suggested an elven up-bringing, and he walked with a long spear as a walking stick. Beside him was a strange companion... She looked humanoid with pale blue glowing skin marked with runes, and she had elongated claw fingers. She was dressed in diaphanous silks.

The red-haired arcanist snapped the book closed that was in her hands and curtsied a greeting to the newcomers, "Welcome to Oleg's. My name is Lorwynelle." "Lorwynelle..." Keerin nodded a greeting to her, testing her name and looking over her piercings thoughtfully before continuing, "Is there an adventuring group here looking for help?" She smiled, "You have a charter from Bloodstone?" He nodded, holding up the official paperwork, "Yes, I do." "Well, then you've come to the right place. Welcome to our group. Most of the others are there, in the main house," she gestured back to the large building she had just come out of, "but some are there in the bunk house." She gestured across the way, "You'll find the stables just there and the guard house is over in the corner." She pointed out the various places in the area.

A thick clearing of the throat came from the elven man standing beside her. Her golden eyes glanced over to him and she nodded to the summoner, gesturing to her companion, "And this is Lairesul." "Pleased to meet you and your companion," Lairesul nodded, shaking Keer's hand. Lorwyn leaned closer to the sorcerer beside her, whispering, "What is that?" She glanced curiously at the womanish being standing beside the half-elf summoner. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"I believe it's an eidolon," he answered her, nodding.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwyn gestured toward the hefty balding man in the center of town, "That there is [|Oleg], the innkeeper and and trading post owner." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Oleg!" Keer shouted a jovial greeting. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"You must be another adventurer from Bloodstone," Oleg greeted him cheerfully. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Yes, another bumpkin fresh off of the farm so to speak," the half-elf grinned. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"No matter how many die... they just send more," the roundish human grinned and nodded. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lorwyn winked at Oleg, "You didn't know what you started when you sent out that request for aid." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Oleg nodded, "Go on inside and meet the others. Lunch should be about ready."

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Lairesul opened the door chivalrously for the arcanist who accepted, stepping in to lead Keer into the main house. The savory scent of rabbit stew wafted into the common room where a very strange collection of people were sitting at a variety of tables.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"This is Lyssa and Thrice," Lorwyn gestured the table where a half-elven blonde woman wearing heavy armor, toting a flail, and bearing the symbol of Tempus sat near a sultry tiefling in black leather with flasks attached to her belt. She had red eyes and bluish skin, and a tail flicked up from behind her to casually scratch her head.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"A pleasure to meet you," he nodded to them both. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Hello..." Thrice nodded to the handsome half-elf, but her eyes lingered more on the intriguing eidolon.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">A stout, broad-shouldered, 3 foot tall gnome dressed in heavy armor, stood on a chair to make himself appear taller, and introduced himself, "My name is Vorst of the rock-gathering clan." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">A dark-furred catfolk dressed in leathers with a bow on his back and wicked looking claws tied loosely to his belt sat at the table near the alchemist, glancing up to see the entering half-elf and unearthly looking woman. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Who is this that approaches us," he purred, looking over the strange rune-skinned bluish woman. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"My name is Uriel." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"And what is this beast?" Thrice continued to look her over with interest. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"She is my eidolon," Keerinaal nodded. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Really? That's interesting... I would like to have a sample of her," Thrice nodded. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">The catfolk beside her grinned and the tiefling alchemist winked at him, nodding, "In both ways." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"Naahir would just like to watch," he nodded to her, glancing back and forth between the two.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">The spellcrafters recognized the term eidolon as something extra planar that some casters bound with a part of their own life force for a more permanent companion, commonly brought in as a body guard. Their bodies took shape based on the casters will and imagination. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"I've read about such things," Lorwynelle nodded, "but I've never seen one." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">"There are quite rare," Lairesul agreed beside her.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #1155cc; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">[|Svetlana] brought out hot bowls of delicious rabbit stew and Keer listened to the tales of adventures that his new companions told over lunch... discussing the and his group of bandits... and how they had tracked a group of bandits that had been bothering Oleg and Svetlana, and killed several, finding out about the [|Staglord]. They told the story of the mites and the kobolds and how they had recovered the statue from the mites, and restored order from an evil gnome who had taken over the kobolds. They told him of the fey, [|Tyg-Titter-Tut] and [|Perlivash]... practical jokers who were for the most part friendly and harmless. [|Bokken] was the alchemist in a hut a day or two travel from the trading post. There was a bollard out in the hot springs with soothing pools of mud. They told the tale how weeks ago, there was a night when a supernatural storm struck with green lightning several times in the same spot. They had gone out to find a green spire of crystal with chunks broken off. They had killed off the goblins and found out there was an enormous dungeon below... but there were "smart" spell-casting spiders that had chased the group back out of the 2nd level down.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"> Vorst told Keer that there were other members of the adventure group here, but Zura, Sen, and Aeon were out scouting another area and would return in a week or so. Lairesul went to sit at the table with the elven siblings, Minaun and Minoa. The young black haired sister gestured with her hand a diving and crashing motion much to the amusement of her brother. The pale-blonde elven sorcerer didn't seem to join in on their laughter. "Crash and burn..." Naahir nodded, recognizing the gesture, "so sad." "Ohh... so that's what she was implying," Thrice nodded to the catfolk and glanced back at the group of sorcerers from the Grey Cloak Hills. She leaned back in her chair and yawned, "I'm bored... let's get out of this dump and go do something." "Yeah," Lorwyn nodded readily, "I'm with you." "As I said," Naahir nodded to her, "There is easy money to be had. We just have to fetch a simple little worm and a pig." "How hard can it be?" Lorwyn shrugged, "Look at him..." she held up the wanted posting of the sketched wyrm-kin depicted as small worm with a little smile on his face. "Which one should we do?" Lissa leaned in, peering at the Tuskgutter and Tatzlwyrm posts. "Both! Easy money," Naahir nodded confidently. "Great! Route us a map, Naahir," Lorwyn nodded. "Nahiir can do this. I have map right here," the catfolk nodded, unrolling a scroll from an inner pocket on the table. He pointed out a direct route to both areas, "Week to get to wyrm, passing pig on the way, and week back... give or take a day." Everyone agreed to leave in the morning after a good night's rest.

[|Kesten Garess], the captain of the guard, introduced himself and his fellow bloodstone guards to Keerinaal and his eidolan. They introduced him to [|Jhod], the priest of Sylvannus as well.

Keer glanced back at the brown robed priest as everyone gathered in the morning to leave, "Why doesn't the friar go with us? He can heal right?" "What? Out there?" Jhod shook his head, "I'll stay here where there's guards... and walls." He nodded. "But you're interested in the temple... that's out there," Keer gestured out to the woods. "I'm very interested in hearing all about it after you go through and clear it out... when it's safe," the balding human priest looked fearfully to the woods. The half-elven summoner shook his head disappointingly at the priest.

Lorwyn was leaning against the logged wall near the gate waiting for the others. Lairesul stood in front of her, "Come back safe to us." She smiled into his blue eyes before remembering she was still mad at him, and then nodded, "I'll be back in a couple of weeks." He nodded and the elven siblings walked up behind him. Lorwyn hugged Minoa farewell and Minaun sighed at her with disappointment. She laughed and hugged him too, "I'll return soon." Naahir tilted his head, glancing at the group of elves at the gate, "There is some strange mechanic there. I do not understand." He shook his head and he and the others joined at the gate waving farewell to Vorst and the others.

3 days of travel into the woods, Thrice sighed, "Are we there yet?" Naahir looked around, gesturing at boar tracks around the area, "Perhaps..." He followed the tracks around a pine tree where a 5ft by 6ft area of fallen logs seemed to form a lair. "Let's send the new guy in first," Thrice nodded, glancing from the catfolk back to the summoner. "I do not wish to carry him back," Naahir shook his head in disagreement. "Would there be anything left to carry back?" the sensuous tiefling tilted her head. "One would hope," the dark-furred catfolk nodded. "Okay... we wont send him in first," she shrugged and turned to the armored war-priest, "What about you?" Lyssa nodded, sending off a quick prayer to Tempus for a blessing of war. Naahir nodded, "I will follow the one with the big shield." She pulled her blade and shield and walked down the pathway, her armored boots treading heavily.

The beautiful half-elven war priest barely made it into the lair when the group heard the loud, "Squeeeeee!" followed by snorting and angry red eyes! In a great rush, a giant grey furred boar came barreling out of the lair goring the war priestess out with it. It was nearly as tall as she was, smashing into her with full force! Keer drove his spear out to stab into the bloody tusked boar as the strange blue rune skinned woman beside him buried her long clawed fingers into it's side. Heavily wounded from the impact, Lyssa took a step backward and healed herself. The red-haired arcanist gestured outward, releasing a ray of frost into the boar. Angry and squealing, Tuskgutter turned to the side, gouging his tusks into Uriel! Blue flames whisked around her and the half elf behind her winced as the eidolan's wound ripped open on his own flesh to heal hers.

Naahir stepped in, driving his blade deeply into the grey furred boar! Thrice calmly sent a bolt from her crossbow into Tuskgutter's open maw as he bellowed, piercing straight through the roof of it's mouth into it's brain! Tuskgutter fell to the ground, pooling blood. Lorwynelle blinked and looked back at the red-eyed tiefling impressed, "Nice shot!" "As Naahir thought," the catfolk nodded, "Easy money!" Lissa raised an eyebrow at him and stepped beside Keer to heal him as well. "What's in the lair? What's in the lair? Is there treasure?!" Keer, feeling better, peered down the path into the darkness. "Oh look... a pile of feces... and another pile of feces," Thrice glanced around the lair with disinterest. "Ew... I think I see some bones in that feces," Lorwyn followed the tiefling's gaze. Thrice nodded in agreement to the arcanist. Lyssa found a pair of gems among a ribcage in the corner! A deep green iolite gem and a shard of blue quartz. Lorwyn and Thrice appraised them to be worth 210 gold together. Thrice leaned in to whisper to the arcanist, "Now you and I know that... but they don't. Let's talk." "Oh, alright," the golden eyed elf grinned and nodded to the tiefling, "So that's how that works?"

Everyone pitched in to make camp, roasting the giant boar on a spit and carving up the meat for a hearty dinner. After eating a bit more for breakfast, they left the rest for the wolves and wild animals, wrapping the head to take with them.

A couple more days of travel took them near the river where part of it was blocked off with rubble. Sunning on a large rock in the river was a large scaled tatzlwyrm. Lyssa stared out at the rock, "That doesn't look like the drawing..." Lorwyn agreed with her, nodding, "That's not nearly as cute." "I've read that they breathe out poison too," Keer nodded to to the two of them. "So... on the count of three, we all shoot it?" Thrice looked out at the rock where the tatzlwyrm rested 80 feet away. Naahir nodded to her, "And wait for it to charge." Thrice put a shield up around her and Keerin put a shield up around his eidolan while Lorwyn casted mage armor on herself. Thrice and Naahir let loose a bolt and arrow that impacted with a solid thunk, but the arrows from Keer and Lorwyn bounced off of it's thick scales. The tatzlwyrm roared, waking to the pain of the attack!

Naahir quickly sent another arrow between the scales of the watery dragonkin. The tatzlwyrm's mate leapt out of the river, charging in to bite the catfolk and wrap him in coils! "Naahir!" Lorwyn gasped in shock at the second monster that they didn't even know was there. She released a flame arc over the second one charging in, dropping him to the ground! Keer and Thrice quickly reloaded their crossbows. Lyssa slipped up next to the catfolk caught up in the coils of the tatzlwyrm and healed up some of his wounds.

Uriel moved in to strike the tatzlwyrm and Naahir dropped his bow, trying to claw through the thick scales. The tatzlwyrm struck the catfolk with both of it's razor sharp claws and breathed a puff of smoke into Naahir's face, weakening him. Lorwyn gestured out a magic missile into the scaly monster while Keer sent in a heavy impacting crossbow bolt into the wyrm! Lyssa whipped her flail past Naahir's head, just missing the tatzlwyrm as Thrice sent in another precise bolt from her crossbow, impaling the forehead. The beautiful pale-blue woman straddled behind the tatzlwyrm, slicing it's throat with her long clawed fingers! The enormous scaled serpent crumpled, releasing Naahir from it's grip.

The catfolk coughed from the poison and the others panted, glancing around to make sure their companions were alright. The group collected both heads and explored into the tatzlwyrm's lair. Lyssa found a skeleton wedged into the rocks... wearing +1 scalemail armor and clutched in it's hands was a dull-grey metal longsword (masterworked cold iron longsword). A rotting leather backpack was in the water with a stein, figurine carving, ring, and gold. Thrice milked out some of the venom from the tatzlwyrm, bottling it as a sample. The magic armor conformed itself to fit the half-elven curves of Lissa as she put it on.

Another couple of days to explore the forest on their way back, the group found a snarling yipping dog creature stuck in a hunter's pit. It looked ragged like it had been stuck down there for days. Lyssa threw down some jerky and it snapped it up greedily! It snarled up at the group. Naahir and Lorwyn worked together to push some long branches into the pit so the hyena-like dog could get itself out.

Returning to the trading post after being gone for about 2 weeks, they walked through the cold rain. Everyone ooo'd and awe'd over the tatzlwyrm heads and tuskgutter's head. They got a masterworked longbow, 6 +1 animal bane arrows, and another 1200 gold... (After all the gems, gold, selling the arrows, and rewards... 426 gold each to Naahir, Lyssa, Thrice, Keer, and Lorwyn)

The group told the tales of their adventure and helped mount the tatzlwyrm heads above the bar. After delicious bowls of rabbit stew, most retired to the bunkhouse. It was Lyssa's turn to walk the post with the guards. She walked a patrol around the buildings, trusting the guards watching out from the wall. Everything was quiet and there was a misty drizzle rain. Noticing that one of the guards wasn't showing up for a wall, she climbed the ladder of the closest towers. He was inside, sitting at the table. She nudged him, trying to wake him, and he fell over with a slit throat and sightless eyes... there was no saving him. She grabbed the rope and rang the alarm bell. She ran outside to see dark clad figures moving over to aim their bows at her.

Waking to the sound of the bell outside, Naahir grabbed his bow and belt with his sword. He kicked Lorwyn's bed as he raced to the door, "Alarm!" Lyssa ducked behind the wall as a couple of arrows clattered against the wooden wall. The guards on the opposite corner began ringing another alarm bell. Thrice grumbled in her bed, getting up to the sound of the bells, "What is it? Late night snack time? ...I am a little hungry." She got up, tilting her head at Naahir grabbing weapons, "Do we have to hunt our breakfast?" Lorwyn felt the kick on her bed, opening her blurry eyes to the sound of bells and voices, "I'm up..." "Alarm!" Naahir glanced back quickly at the two women now up and nodding. Keer rolled over, grumbling.

"What's going on?" Lorwyn swung herself out of bed. "I hear the alarm," Naahir replied again. "That's not a food bell? Awww," Thrice sighed, "but I was hungry." Naahir dashed through the door, sharp iron caltrips piercing into his soft kitty paws! He managed to avoid more that were glinting in the moonlight, and pulled the few from his sore feet. Lyssa moved out and down one ladder as Naahir moved up another. An arrow impaled into the catfolk's back, and he spotted two dark clad figures below.

Keer heard screams and finally got up, seeing the red-haired arcanist adjusting her thin gauzy pajamas and the scandalously naked tiefling grabbing her crossbow and rushing out the door! "Ow, ow, owwww! Who left this broken glass all over the ground?!" Thrice called out as she dashed naked across the caltrips, sharp iron going into her bare feet. "What?!" Lorwyn turned to see what the tiefling was yelling about. "The ground is sharp!" Thrice replied from outside the door as she continued with sore and bloody feet to the wall after the catfolk. Lorwyn moved cautiously to the door, warned of the sharp caltrips, and managed to avoid getting bloody feet. Looking around extra carefully, she noticed a dark clad figure across the way near the main house. She released a flame arc across the ground into the dark figure who was spilling something alchemical on the building... WHOOSH!! Flames whisked out over the bandit, licking up the liquid all over the ground and up the house! Flooded with sudden light, Naahir and Thrice could see clearly up on the wall. He blinked at her bare tiefling skin. "Eyes forward, furry man," Thrice pointed ahead of them as she followed along the wall, looking out at the flame lit ground below them.

Naahir moved along the wall and shot his bow over the edge, but the arrow clipped the building that the figures used for cover. Thrice loaded her crossbow, following behind. Lyssa made her way along the ground to see a dark clad figure lifting the boards on the main gate of the trading post. Another arrow hit the catfolk, grazing his shoulder, from the bandits along the ground. The arrows from the guard tower miss Lissa as she moved close to the buildings. Keer ignored his armor, casting a shield around him, and moved up beside Lorwyn who was illuminated by the flames outside. A bandit was screaming, flailing around on the ground trying to put out the flames. Fire was licking up the wall of the main house where Oleg, Svetlana, Lairesul, Minaun, and Minoa were sleeping.

An arrow impaled the wall next to Thrice's bare chest, a breath away from piercing her heart! The bluish dark-haired tiefling dimmed the light around her and the dark-furred catfolk, hiding them. Lorwyn dashed across the ground with her bare feet, delicately avoiding the sharp caltrips scattered over the area. She ran into the main house shouting, "Bandits attacking! The house is on fire! Wake up!" Keerinaal moved carefully out of the bunkhouse, avoiding the caltrips and noticed a figure crouching near the storage shed. Naahir carefully aimed a precise shot, impaling one of the bandits in the head! "They are sneaky, but they are slow." He nodded back to Thrice as the bandit dropped to the ground.

Lyssa whipped her flail into the bandit, stopping him from opening the gate! He fell unconscious to the ground. The bell ringing from the other guard tower abruptly stopped as an arrow from outside the trading post sailed in to slump over the guard inside. Keer could smell oil coming from the barrel and the bandit near the storage shed. He summoned in a celestial eagle to claw viciously into the tender skin of the unsuspecting bandit with it's sharp talons!

Thrice leaned against the wall, loosing a bolt to impact the other bandit shooting at her and the catfolk slayer beside her. Hearing some noise coming from upstairs, Lorwyn rushed up the stairway, shouting again, "The house is on fire! Bandits in the trading post! Get up!" Oleg, Svetlana, and the elven sorcerers appeared out of doorways sleepily with the arcanist pointing down the stairs, "Outside! Outside!" Lyssa put the bar firmly back into the gate as a few flaming arrows came from over the wall. A hefty thunk of an arrow impaled Thrice in the chest, blood smeared on the wall as she moved. She threw one of her fiery bomb vials down onto the bandit who screamed in agony as he burned to death! The tower lit up with the fire near the bandit.

The celestial eagle clawed into the bandit's throat as Keerinaal just missed with his spear. The bandit fell to the ground, dead. Lorwynelle led the others out of the house and directed them and the guards into using dirt to smother the fire on the main house. Naahir peered out toward the front of the trading post where an enormous man wearing a staghelm sat on a horse beside three other men on horses. One of them was older, crazy-eyed, and had disheveled white hair and beard. The catfolk put an arrow into the fancy lad's horse. The large animal reared back, whinnying, but the lad stayed in the saddle, pointing up, "Archer!" Lyssa moved up into one of the guard towers, crunching a bandit under her sharp spiked flail. One of the bandits jabbed her back with his short sword, cutting into her soft flesh beneath her armor. The staglord pulled up his enormous bow and fired two arrows into the guard tower, a soft red glow coming from within the helm. A massive arrow drove into the catfolk, guided by the stag-looking helm. Naahir breathed out, still standing, as the second arrow impacted the wood wall next to him. Thrice drank a healing potion as she made her way along the wall, and Lorwyn made her way along the ground, heading to help the warpriest.

Naahir ducked below the wall edge and drank a much needed healing potion. Oleg and the others worked hard on stopping the fires. The last of the bandits inside leapt over, landed hard, and hobbled toward the men on horses. The staglord and his men on horses whirled around and galloped off. The bandit shouted as he ran, "Wait! Wait for me!" Naahir pulled his bow to put an arrow in the running bandit, dropping him to the ground. The group quickly moved to help with the fires. Lyssa put a healing touch on the still very wounded catfolk slayer. Investigating into the bodies, most seemed dressed differently than the bandits. Questioning the unconscious one by the gate, they found out that over the past month the stag lord had been recruiting mercenaries and sellswords in the wild. "He just offered really good coin... said it would be easy to set the building on fire and that you would all be asleep," the dark clad figure shook his head nervously. "Well... at least you have high moral values... to burn people in their sleep for money," Lorwynelle shifted her gaze to the man, her face of several piercings adding to her icy stare. "I was just following orders," he replied defensively. "Uh huh..." Lyssa shook her head at him. "That's not much better," Naahir frowned at him. Jhod came over and healed everyone, and then performed the last rites on the two guardsmen who had been killed by the invaders. Everyone else seemed okay thanks to Lyssa stopping the gate from opening. The guards were buried and people went to work repairing the damage with new construction. The warpriest shook her head, "He wants us to follow him... fight him on his terf." Everyone shook their heads, agreeing that they couldn't let that happen. Lorwyn frowned, "So what does he want that we can use to draw him out?" 1000xp each to Lyssa, Thrice, Keerinaal, Naahir, and Lorwyn another 100 gold each for the bandit heads (526 each total for this session)