Rostland Prospectors

Charter to Explore the Greenbelt
To Olegs Trading Post

Arrival at Oleg's Trading Post
An open door is an opportunity

28th Day of Calistra

The party gathered in Restov and began the journey to Oleg’s Trading Post.
On arriving Oleg Leveton was repairing a leaky patch of roof on the stables and you where greated with a less than warm initial welcome as Oleg had mistook you for bandits. Oleg’s mood didn’t improve too much when he actually turned from his work to address you and realised you to be adventurers and not the guards he was expecting from Restov.
Oleg’s wife, Svetlana, having heard Oleg’s bellowing voice came out and gave a welcoming greeting and apologised for her husbands way. Accepting her offer of lodgings and a warm meal dinning with them she then showed you about their humble trading post.

Over a very provincial and hearty meal suited to the colder climate this time of year you engaged in pleasantries with the Leveton’s.

The husband and wife accepted a charter from Restov some 6 moths ago to establish a trading post at a run down and abandoned wooded fort on the frontier of Restov and the Stolen Lands. Oleg has been hard at it with repairs and Sevtlana making the place comfortable for the few visitors they do receive, the odd trapper or traveller. Business has been slow but credit from Restov is keeping them going.

Conversation turned towards the issue of the bandits. The Leveton’s explained that they bandits first appeared 3 months ago, about a dozen of them under the command of a woman with a very dark humour and wicked way about her. Since then their visits have been very punctual, around sunrise every first day of the month. Successive visits have seen fewer and fewer bandits each time and under the command of a vulgar tongued hooded man, you later discovered to be called Happs Bydon. On each occasion they simply help themselves to what ever goods they wish. Oleg is totally powerless to do anything about them, especially as he fears for what they may do to his wife if he did try anything reckless. Their next visit being due the following day.

Having agreed to help Oleg and Svetlana you went about preparing plans to ambush the bandits. Oleg offered to help bait them in, after all it may have appeared out of place if he was not busy in the yard.

1st Day of Pharast

Svetlana woke you the party before dawn as requested and had prepared some toast with the remains of yesterday bread and a warm infusion.

Taking to your agreed positions it was only about 30-40 minutes until Par and Buzzbee spotted a group of five men approaching with six horses. When they approached the closed gate of the trading post they bellowed out to Oleg to open up or they would use fire to speed him along.

Oleg opened the gates and the bandits lead the horses into the yard totally unaware of you. Seeing Svetlana at the door of the house some of the men expressed what they would do to her if given the chance. In his gruff manner openly showed his distaste of the bandits in his tone has he ordered them wait whilst he got the keys to the storage pen. Your signal to attack.

Taking the bandits by surprise Par and Sukie started to loose arrows into the yard. Buzzbee’s elk companion charge from the barn, bursting the door open into Happs. A longsword came flying out after the elk. Happs would have suffered more than a slight cut had he not been knocked back. Already surprised that someone would through a good sword away in a fight there was more surprise when it return to Aegis’s hand.

The mighty barbarian, Krul, threw all his might behind the great doors to the outpost almost concussing one bandit and shoving him back outside the palisades. The bandit saw this has his chance to flee to safety and mounted the one horse that was still outside. He didn’t get far before he slumped from the saddle with an arrow in his back put there by Par.

Having emerged from her hiding place Syndil unleashed several dazzling arrays of colour putting frantic horses and bandits alike to asleep. Sukie slay one bandit out right, opening his throat wide as he tried to enter hiding place in the storage pen. Then pressed on to harass Happs. Krul invigorated by his early actions was in full rage and charged Happs, who began to beg for mercy realising he was outclassed with no escape. This was too much for one bandit he ascended the palisade and vault over to freedom despite the fall. Only to be peppered by stones from Buzzbee’s before falling.

Syndil ended the affair by putting Happs and the raging barbarian to sleep with another colour spray. Buzzbee was non too pleased as this also affect his beloved elk companion. Just Happs and a single bandit survived.

With horses under control and rounded up the bandits gear revealed that the cannot be camped far away as they were not carrying the usual trappings for camping. Other than a masterwork composite longbow (STR+2) the only other thing of note was a silver stag skull amulet worn by Happs.

Having removed Happs hood a few of you recognised Happs as a city guard from Restov. Under interrogation in the storage pen Happs has not buckled to mere questioning, and continues his somewhat vein efforts to barter his terms of freedom. It was too much for the other bandit who has revealed their camp to be on the Thorn River less than half a days ride away. When pushed about the camps numbers he almost broke down completely in fear you would’t believe him when he answered “people come and go all the time, I don’t even now how large the group is”. When he start to talk of a ferocious woman named Kressle, Happs still bound, lunged at him screaming obscenities and to shut his mouth. Par moved to run Happs through there and then but Krul blocked his way, lifted Happs pinning him to the side of the pen and said, “Remember ME?”.

Thorn River Bandit Camp
The Cleansing

1st Day of Pharast (cont)

With the cold stare and pressure Krul was exerting on Happs’ resolve broke. With a looking in his eye that suggested he may have some small feeling for the woman warned that Kressel was more than competent with her axes. After reluctantly giving up the location of the nearby camp Par ran him through.

Over a stout breakfast Svetlana Leveton explained she wanted to cheer up Oleg Leveton with his favourite meal, Moon Radish Soup. With the dangers of the forest and bandit threat she hasn’t wandered far from the Trading Post of late and asked if you could gather some whilst on your travels.

Smoke Without Fire
Meddlesome Fey

2nd Day of Pharast

In the very early hours of the morning, on Par’s watch, a whisp of smoke past be him high up on the viewing platform. Looking down at the camp panic set in as camp was completely enshrouded in smoke. Rushing down from the platform Par began waking everyone.

Buzzbee desperately tried to wake the snoring barbarian but Krul is a heavy sleeper and Buzzbee’s shacking and proving had no effect. Cold water ought to do the trick he thought and pour bucket load over Krul’s head. Not a sensible move but necessary given the immediate situation. Krul’s reaction was and instinctive violet outburst, Buzz narrowly avoided injury, but he soon came to his senses when his little friend explained the urgency.

Despite the saying this time it was smoke with out fire.

Enter the Sycamore Tree
Mite Mayhem

This is a place holder while I get my arse into get and write this one up

Cleansing of the Mites and Liberation of the Sootscales
Hero to some... villain to... wait, no they all died.

3rd Day of Pharast (Continued)

In previous advenutes; we left our intrepid six fighting the remains of the smurfs (mites), 3 of which had been stunned with by Syndyl, Krul was surrounded by 4 more, a 5th was one square away threatening Par. Buzz, who had crossed the crevice had his attention focused on stopping the movements of the giant centerpede. While this was happening Sukie and Aegis were across the crevice attacking said monster with ranged attacks.

The tricksy smurfs led the attack, the first shifted over to close in on Krul before attempting to attack Par, who despite finding himself stiffened from the poison was able to dodge the attack. His counter blow though pierced the little ones heart killing him instantly, Par then moved to flank one of the mites attacking Krul.

Unnaturally Scary Monsters Everywhere
Well, maybe not the Elk

Day 6 in the River Kingdoms (6th Day of Pharast)

Leaving their new kobold allies behind the group headed North into unexplored territory. After a morning of trudging through rain and mud the adventurers came across the razed ruins of Nettles Crossing. Needing to cross the river they searched the area, but found nothing in the burnt out building.

Standing by the river discussing their next move the team were approached by a figure rising from the river. Seeing the rotting undead first Buzzbee quickly unslung his bow and took aim. Sensing the creature was making no moves to attack Syndil shouted Buzzbee into standing down. The rotting remains identified itself as Davik, formerly the ferryman of Nettles Crossing. It demanded the body of its murderer, the Stag Lord, be thrown into the river to release it from undeath. The group agreed to help – some less enthusiastically than others.

Returning to Olegs Trading Post
Aegis Revealed

Pharast 9th 4708.

Day nine of study, the group continues to remain functionally cohesive despite total lack of organisational structure, authority or any kind of predesignated or acknowledged system to direct it. My best description so far for the teams activities is “quasi-directional chaos” the full implications of this system I intend to put into a paper for submission to the Elven military figures when studying the movements of Barbarian hordes. I suspect parallels between this groups semi-random approach to direction and investigation can be used as a microcosm that may be functionally extrapolated to predict larger forces activities.

Weather today, 23% cloud coverage with a wind capable of clearing smoke an estimated 2 miles visual distance. Temperature is seasonal average. Precipitation nil.

Once Bitten... Lycanthropy
Pars point of view

A lot of things can annoy me, rich kids slumming, magical locks, broken tools, a lack of decent booze, but by Caidens empty tankard, how do you fight something that just wont go down?

By pure luck we found the guy the guard captain wanted while exploring near Oleg’s, and despite some…ughum… difficulties with MilFalc, we ran him and his companions down and dragged him back. It was late so we stayed the night, I had chance to have a quiet word with one of the guards, he reckons I can get some decent quality…goods acquisition tools that had been confiscated from some… amateurs back home.

Thought Sukie was supposed to be laying low, but she seems determined to make a name for herself, at least the way she keeps chatting up the guard captain implies that…

Trap Sweepers
From Aegis' Perspective

Pharast 12th 4708.

High speed (estimated 45 mph) winds, extremely snowy conditions. Over one foot of snow.
Travel speed would be reduced by an estimated 75% in this weather without sledging, skiing or other suitable equipment.

Day twelve of study. Despite my initial calculations of a 27% chance of a group fatality within the first two weeks of the experiment I have now revised this down to 15%. The previous nights’ engagement with S-71, a class II abomination, however came exceedingly close to fulfilling this prediction when team-member Par was nearly eviscerated by the abomination.


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