Time had past; belts had buckled, skin had cracked, beards had grown.
Our team enjoyed the last of their RL downtime before setting foot once more into the strange and troublesome world of the continent.
Eager to continue in their good-natured ways, Lylah and the gang set up another food kitchen for the hungry locals to revel in. During the famous ‘Good cop/what cop?’ routine orchestrated by Oben, Grimes recognised a friendly and welcomed face in the crowd: the Leban from the Church of Datum-Lyn (Leban being a head of temple in Terrandor).
Our hero left Oben to keep the great unwashed at bay to seek parley: the Leban had been true to his word and found information which pointed towards a possible cure for the fever which had afflicted our poor Ryykan warrior. Bouyed by this turn in fortune, he left all thoughts of the ‘Murder Cauldron Maze’ behind and beckoned his team onwards to adventure!
After assembling at the Southern Market gate, they headed East along the North-Eastern supply road to the farmstead of Baron Halthswith; a wealthy land owner whose family history stretched back to the founding of Grate! The trail passed onwards through a small forest where, much to the dismay of the Priest of Tripos, Oben and Grimes heard an all too familiar sound rumbling through the trees- a writhing, enveloping swarm of wasps! Caution was thrown to the wind as Philleo made the sharpest of exits along the road, closely followed on his coat-tails by his comrades. The swarm pressed closer, yet thankfully they had the wisdom of a man of the forest on their side, andOben issued instructions to dive into a stream nearby and cover themselves for protection. After what seemed like an eternity in a cloud of anger and swirling hate, the swarm passed and the team were able to continue on their journey.
Leaving the forest in their wake they continued on until they reached the wholesome fields of the Halthswith estate- a large, white two story home greeted them in the distance, flanked on the horizon by numerous windmills and grain silos. The golden grain reflected the sun happily as the team approached, for them to suspiciously discover the imposing front door mysteriously open. Shouts inside were issued but without answer; cautiously, Grimes booted the door open and the gang burst into a peaceful entrance hall. Discussions amongst the group were short and it was decided that the ground floor should be explored.
Taking the first room on the left, they entered a large dining room; a table was set but no food was upon it, and the curtains were drawn. It was then in a moment of inspired clarity that the most heinous, devilishly tricky of traps was conjured by Oben: in his mind’s eye he could see the terror and madness it would instil in any enemy, the downright insanity of his plan would send any normal man to the grave- he grabbed a plate from the dining table, and sat it atop the slightly ajar front door!
The team moved onwards, discovering a kitchen whose hearth indicated it had been used in perhaps the last day or so- Grimes found a Halthswith family heirloom in the form of an engraved silver cleaver, which found the depths of his back-pack faster than Philleo gets tipsy on water. Finding no signs of a struggle, everyone continued searchiing, moving through to a study and then a sun-corridor before arriving at a room which appeared to be used for business. An impressive suit of old, worn armour gazed over a writing desk and a table set for four idividuals to discuss terms over. More interestingly, a large locked reinforced chest sat proud, hiding whatever delights may be within. As they examined it in a loot-hungry craze, movement was heard on the floor above them!
Grimes didn’t need telling twice- he rampaged through the sun-corridor, through the study and made it to the door only to have his world shattered: the plate propped against the front door had been somehow moved to the study door, and subsequently fell and smashed on the floor. The hunter had become the hunted! Grimes shook off the daze and confusion quickly enough to continue onwards, and somehow managed to avoid a bolt which managed to zip past him from the shadows at the top of the stair, crashing with a thunderous thud into the wall. He pressed on, reaching the top of the ascent to be greeted with two well placed bolts into his shoulder and leg- the battle was on!
No mercy was shown, and none needed to be administered- with one almightly throw from Grimes one assailant fell, the siler cleaver embedded in his chest. A satisfying spray of crimson fizzed agsint the wall, as the other enemy pressed. With subtle skill and deft movement the nimble fighter managed to cut himelf on his blade, strangely rendering himself unconcious. The opposition were bound and seperated into different rooms; during a lengthy interrogation process where neither prisoner was eager to talk (in a common tongue at least) some interesting discoveries were made- the body of an elderly gentleman who had a dagger twisted deep into his neck in the master bedroom and a playroom in which Oben found a 4 foot, pregnant talking cat. Bringing the newborn into the world, Oben claimed the kitten and quickly placed it into the depths of his satchel. Sadly, the mother did not survive the birth and joined the list of the dead that day.
Keys on the elderly gentleman granted access to the locked chest, in which Phil found a strange tool which administered a watery substance through a metallic rod into a person’s body; Lylah confirmed that she had seen such things in Rigeselle, and was confident in using the device to apply the supposed serum to Grimes’ buttock. With laughter erupting throughout the home, the team eagerly await their return to Grate.