Half-hearted Attempt at Reconciling the Session Logs
7 - 8/2/08
- Session 8
We set out for the Haunted Halls, killed some trolls and owlbears and got our feet wet.
- Session 9
Big HH dungeon crawl at Adam's. We ran screaming from ghouls. Kamil snuck around and got his very private treasure.
- Session 10
We did some more dungeon delving. We killed some cultists. Then we met Mr. Fancy-Pants, aka Riviorlas. We ran like little girls. We whined about it to Lady Winter, then slept it off.
- Session 11
The great trial of Sir What's-His-Name; Briar Rose saves his soul because she's just that awesome. Then we got all medieval on the Haunted Halls' ass and stormed the castle. Once we figured out where the crap it was. Fuzzy after that.
- Session 12
Must have been a new session because the last one was in Emeryville and this one was in Oakland. Big delay. Anyhoo, we stormed the castle. There was some levitating fun, and sword archons were very nearly bound by awesome warlocks. We fought a wyvern, sort of. John unveiled his crazy-ass AC and showed up some ogres, who got all bad touch on him when they couldn't hit him. We saved the day. Big party!
- Session 13
Cole was gone because she sucks. We spent lots of money. Elwrynn and Rohan had a long, serious talk while John and Kamil gambled and pissed the night away. We also made magic items. Cole didn't get any of the money because she wasn't there. ha ha.
- Session 14
We decided to loiter at the HH before really, truly leaving Eveningstar. Elwyrnn gave the ol' lady another flourish for the road (I'm assuming), then we set off. We decided to take a detour to find some dragony thing, or something crazy like that. Everyone almost died. Oh wait, Elwrynn did die. Because John and Kamil are stupid and evil. >=P
- Session 15
After rezzing Elwrynn and giving the Reckless Duo a tongue-lashing, we decided to bumble around the temple of Sune for a bit. Rohan got all emo and camped out in a church after poking around his old stomping ground. We sold Kamil's Big Giant Book of Stupid Magic, but he can't get his money because only Briar (and Rohan) know how to unlock the box. Mwahaha. Then we promised to retrieve Briar's mom's stolen hat, for total free, because Rohan was having a lawful good spurt. Wouldn't be the last. Rohan's sudden, not-at-all uncharacteristic offer to place his life in jeopardy to help Briar's mother didn't impress her in the least, because she doesn't give a crap about him. Off we went to Anderford.
- Session 16
We arrived at Anderford to find that there were vampires. Or zombies. Or something. They were kinda like wights. We offered to help, again, free of charge, because we're apparently playing a Bioware game where the only dialogue choices are Murder, Rape, Insults, and Selfless Heroism. We set out on a clever plan to get ourselves nearly killed, then run and hide in a church. This may have actually been session 15.
- Session 17?
We continued zombie-bashing in Anderford. We figured how to not only save the town from the zombie infestation, BUT:
- Save their grain stores so they don't go hungry
- Save their Midsummer festival (which we promptly skipped because there was another Super-Important-Plot-Event-of-Doom to follow)
- oh yeah, and...
- SAVED THE LIVES AND IMMORTAL SOULS OF SEVERAL HUNDRED ORPHANS AND POOR PEOPLE
By the way, Rohan loses any right to call himself either chaotic or evil at this point.
Anyway, we did all that and got...well, nothing, duh, we're the Worthy Fucking Blades, not the Please Offer Us Some Minor Recompense For Totally Awesomely Saving Your Asses Club.
Then we decided to leave.
- Session 18 (3-Nov-2008 ish)
We left Anderford, because none of us could think of an acceptable explanation for why we should stay and party while some friend/enemy of Briar's was either A: selling a priceless artifact of Sune to a bunch of Zhents and it's all Briar's fault or B: dying in horrible agony while we piss the night away like a bunch of selfish monsters.
So off we went, leaving our new best friend to deal with local politics (hey, we're adventurers, it's our prerogative) and leaving the count to enjoy his newly-unfucked city, free of charge.
Rohan learned how to summon phantom steeds, and we decided to replace our old and busted non-phantom steeds. The elves got all emo and had to say goodbye to their horses, because they're elves. We sold them to various people (some where whored out). Then, we were off!
About 145.44 miles north of Anderford, our steeds ran dry. We decided to camp out at Miriam's for the night. Rohan got looked at funny for making a fucking campfire. Yes, the Hero of Anderford, Savior of Eveningstar, Rescuer of Precious Holy Artifacts of Sune, summoned an *evil* campfire and got a wag of the finger.
Miriam and Throk'dar (aka John the Barbarian) went out to hunt some boar, bear, and beers. They didn't find the beers, and only John found the bears, but they brought back some pork. Mmm, pork. Those wings were tasty.
So we ate pork and told foreshadowing faerie stories of the Great Hunt. Then, we got on watch. Rohan and Miriam's 4 hour watch was decidedly unsexy, involving only an encounter with some sort of weird laser light show sent by three very angry hags (or perhaps one snickering gnome illusionist). They decided to be standoffish with the potentially-horribly-evil-and-powerful witches, except for Rohan, who was all clever until he got cursed. Hey, if you can dish it out, you better be able to take it.
Anyway, captain passive-aggressive-about-Briar got the party roped into killing the huntsmen, so off they went on some fresh steeds (it's ok party, it's only 100 gp of Rohan's personal money every time you ride, no worries) to go round up some huntery types. They found some marauding faeries and bravely hid in the darkness.
The rest is obvious of course; the party kicked their butts (while Rohan whacked them with a nerf stick) and Ka'mil summoned several horribly evil monsters without so much as a bat of the eye from the Paladin Patrol. Not that Rohan is bitter.
We fulfilled our obligations to the witches, and then the little snot Rohan demanded a boon in return. He got his, and everyone else got a surprise or two.
We were given 3 days to seek the various secret, personal-plot-related things in the Elfwood before the hags came down on us and got smacked down like the rest of the chumps who cross the motherfuckin' Worthy Blades.
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