We finally eliminated the cheiftan of that clan of Disgusting Mites. I personally led the killign blow and it gave me a feeling of some satisfaction. I don’t like Evil Fae, These mites may not have been the ones that attacked and destroyed the Conclave of The Grey Talon, but i saw nothing in their actions to show them mercy.
Besides, one of the bastards vomitted on me. That was inexcuseable.
We moved on form the tree and made our way to the old silver mine the kobalds were using. I insisted on a rest stop buy the river so i could clean my clothes off from that mess. I grabbed a few ducks From the river whilst i was there and made my way back to the camp.
Gurky the half-orc and I noticed the tracks of a very large boar in the area, We both really wnated to hunt the “Big pig!” as Gurky called it, but we had to press on to the silver mine. So maybe another time.
Around the campfire i noticed Rucdalh had been hunting inland too, and had brought down a dear. Without finesse and natural balance by the looks of the wounds, but still. Deer is Deer. And we ate our evening meal. Cooked by the crazy Sorcerous Gnome-ess. It was quite spicy. But over food Myself and the Monk Rhael, who joined us recently got to talking. His Fighting seems based on a militant philosphy. I say militant, but i have the feeling, that even in is m ilitance, it has a certain sense of balance and finesse to it, that eleveates them to something above a common tavern brawler.
As a demonstration, Rhael insisted I shoot him with my bow. a little wary of this, I selected to shoot at his arm as a flesh wound there would be easily manageable by out priest. I was therefore extremly surprised when he snatched my arrow directly out of the air with barely a movement!
Clearly there is something to this philosphy after all. Of course our kobald companion Noctish did not like being left out, so he thought he should be able to snatch a knife out of the air too.
Noctish is trained as a weapon-user, and is highly effective with his spear, as several mites found out to their terror, but as for snatching knives out of the air, he lacks the sense of balance i think that Rhael shows.
He got hit in the shoulder.
Michios, tended to him and i asked the reticient cleric a few questions about his death god. It seems to be more of a circle of life and detah god. Explains why he hated the zombies so much, they destroyed the natural cycle.
Rhael tried to demonstrate a close combat manouvere using Gurky as a dummy, however Gurky proved that brute force can master over agility when it comes to fighting sometimes, as he left Rhael a bruise on his cheek. Rhael took it well though.
Then we approached the Kobald mine the day after. There was some tension at first as it seems the Shaman had been getting grand ideas about taking over tribe sooscale and the chieftan and he were at odds. There had been some inter-kobaldean clashes already. So we tracked the Shaman down. I was all for talking to him first but the annoying little gnome decided that she just fancied Killing him and just i opened my mouth two flashes of magic took the shaman aback and he snarled somewhat. Then he turned his 8 guards into Mites, and i decided that enough was enough and took to arms. Felling one with a sudden charge and a cleave to the head.
the others didn’t last much longer, For soem reason Michios cast a magical darkness on the area blinding both the shaman and Gurky, Rhael and Noctish who were running in to attack.
I have no idea why he did this it defies explanation.
Either way, a minute later there were two loud clangs and a dull thud as Rhael, somehow managed to beat the shaman to a bloody pulp even still.
We are now some kind of heroes of the sooscale tribe. They held a feast in our honour, which I have to say was actually quite palatable. Even the Kobald Beer was nice.
We formalised the alliance between ourselves and the Sooscale and headed back to the outpost. Noctish stayed with his clan for now.
We arrived at the outpost to find signs of fighting and only a handful of the bandits we originally captured. Seems some of the more enterprising bandits broke thier oath and tried to attack a Brevoian guard squad. Seems a little counter-intuitive if you ask me, especially when the leader is that veteran knight we met last time.
needless to say the bandits are on their way to be hung. Which i am all for to be honest. As the freedoms say. Oathbreakers die.
I think we may rest here a little while before going back out to explore for a week or so. I just hope we can count on the kobalds and guards’ help for when we attack the stag lord’s fort in two and a half weeks time.