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| We healed Thurin and saved Westdel from an encounter with the Undead. |
After raising the sword that he had just obtained, Eoin struck a critical blow against the ghost-like creature that had been stealing the wisdom away from my compatriots. The sword which we had just recently obtained from the ghost of Uthren the gnome was the only weapon that our party had that could still harm the beast. It appeared to be invulnerable to anything but meta-magic. I used up most of my spells in trying to heal the party but I did reserve one healing spell in case the battle started to swing our way. I again cried out to Throrn for help, after many attempts previously, except this time I was indeed able to use the spell dealing a deadly blow to the beast. In reality it appeared as though the creature had only returned to it’s regular form but that was still better than where we were at before. With a few more mighty swings from Uthren’s sword we were able to defeat the creature and set it to rest. Just as quickly as the creature died the sword seemed to lose the power that it had once contained. While the group was mesmorized with the sword I searched the wall of the room we were in to reveal a weak brick that had a scroll hidden inside. I tried to decipher the script but was unable to due to the lack of sleep I had. Gim also tried to interpret the scroll but had the same result.
After feeling lost and in need of a rescue, Gim cried out for help from Uthren.. It was at this time where we noticed a change in the ghost from distraught to conflicted. He began to hold his head and waved his hands violently in an attempt to try and contain whatever was growing inside of him. Uthren then changed the topic and began speaking of his wife and how he needed her to know that he was safe and at rest. I tried to pay attention during the story he told but my concern grew deeper for our new friend Thurin who still had a chance to live. Thurin was in great need of medicine and I felt we could best heal him in Westdel. At that moment I began paying more attention to the change in Uthren when he started speaking of the dangers that were going to be coming to Westdel. Filled with fear for the town I felt our obligation was now to protect that and heal Thurin.
I made sure to take my time down up the rope and down Brochbarrow Hill, especially since I fell last time. Once at the bottom we saw Grizzlegast stomping his toe impatiently waiting for us to hurry up. I agreed that we needed to make haste and venture towards Westdel in order to warn them of the dangers we heard about. Gim even started speaking to the horses to make them understand the dire need to reach the town swiftly. Within hours we were there and started spreading the news. We were greeted by a cleric named Walden, Norman who was Ezmerelda’s father, and Brunswick her sort of Uncle. I realized quickly through my years of schooling that Walden was a cleric of earth and that he might be able to decipher the script we had picked up. He pondered at it for a few moments and then used it to heal Thurin of some of his comprehension problems. I was astonished at the cleric’s powers for a moment until I realized there was more at stake and needed to focus. Within minutes of getting to town we rounded everyone up into the town hall. It’s just at this time that Gim starts to speak up about Farmer Grimsby. During this time we had completely forgot about him because he didn’t live in town. He would be the first hit from the Hill so we decided to leave the town in the care of Norman and Walden and head to the house to try and rescue Grimsby.
We ran as fast as we could to the farm but with all my plate armor on I was completely exhausted and would be of little use to the group if we were to encounter anything. As we approached the house we heard voices muttering non-sense followed by what sounded like Grimsby yelling for some hooligans to get off his property and to stop stepping on his pumpkins. Carefully I approached the back of the house with the rest of our party to see six weak and unarmed undead surrounding Grimsby. Lochlan and Eoin quickly drew there attention with their charge to battle. The rest of us as well fell into line except for my brother Rorrin who climbed in the house and tried to block Grimsby from “trying anything stupid”. We quickly disposed of the creatures, no thanks to Grimsby who stood around most of the fight yelling obscenities at creatures who weren’t intelligent enough to understand him. Nevertheless we were able to trick Grimsby into thinking the town needed his help and lured his back into town with us.
This time on the run back I was filled with energy as if my feet had been blessed by Throrn himself. We reached town just in time to witness a huge fireball that completely consumed what appeared to be fifteen or so undead. Astonished by the power of the magic would could have just as easily crushed our group... I soon realized that Ezmerelda was the culprit for the fireball. Again she was fearful and crying and probably didn’t even realize what she had done. She alone was responsible for the safety of the town and she didn’t even know what kind of honor she deserved. Walden and I then took to the wounded. Our entire group decided that it would be safe in town for a couple days and that the rest was much needed considering we had slept only for four hours in the past three days. With a few days rest under our belts and the town in a rebuilding process we decided it would be time for us to head back to Brochbarrow Hill and finally send Uthren to rest. |
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| Associated Regions: Westdel, Brochbarrow Hill |
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| From the journal of Groehl |
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Contributor: Chuck Jubenville |
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