Kingmaker Campaign - Country of Cabemigorus

Solania's Log. 8th session.

After a brief planning period, and a night spent talking to Kobolds, we have now gotten to the point of invading the Stag Lord’s Fort. Entering through the gates, with Kressle playing her part, and invisible, we were quickly able to both take out the guards, and signal the Kobolds (courtesy of a Wand of Burning Hands).
Moving on a bit, we’ve now entered the armory, with Rucdahl going down once, and our dear Darkness Priest getting him back up, after an attack by some sort of foppish swashbuckler (and some half-ogre), with me managing to rack up an impressive killcount – Again with a Wand of Burning Hands, and some of Bokken’s Brew. Very fiery combination. I like it. A LOT.
Not much to say currently, as we’re still in the fight, though I do find the cries of “WHO LET THE OWLBEAR OUT!??” to be somewhat disquieting.

Solania's Journal. day... errrr. T+23 or so. (6th + 7th Session)

We’ve recently returned triumphantly from vanquishing the Evil Mite Infestation! – And made friends with the Kobolds. We even have a trade agreement with them. (Or I do at least). Once per month, I’ll provide them with 100 pounds of iron, and they’ll provide me with 100 pounds of silver. Profitable for me. Useful for them, as they couldn’t get iron on their own.
It’ll also make Oleg a rich man in the long run, as I’ve cut him in on 10% of the profits, in order for him to manage the flow of goods. Should be a lucrative deal for him, since I’m the one putting my money in it, and taking the risk.

We’ve also met Bokken. The witch. (Who’s deffo a witch, regardless of what Gurky says. After all, he has a cat, a dress and a cauldron. I’ve promised myself that I’ll get him a pointy hat though – he needs that).
And here our previous exploration came in handy. Bokken needed some of the Fangberries we’d found a few weeks ago, and for that he was willing to provide us with some healing and invisibility potions, though me using the spellbook we’d found did seem to sweeten the pot for him. Enough so that each of us now has an Invisibility Potion and a Healing potion.
Now we should be able to get into the Fort, with a bit of luck, some darkness, and a cunning plan! (Note to self: Gurky is not cunning. Plan must involve TWO sandwiches to appease him. And some milk for the kitten – Yet to figure that one out).
Apart from that, we’ve found a buried treasure! And there’s not even a pirate near! – I don’t know how that happened. However, the fact is that we’ve found it. And a signet ring, which presumably belonged to whomever owner the stuff we found. We’ve sent the ring off to Brevoy. Hopefully we can find the owner’s family and give them the bad news.

We were also ambushed by a bunch of bandits. And apparently Rhaill, Castien and Gurky had a weird bet, as to who could ride the worst when charging… Because that has to be the most inept showing of horsemanship this side of… err…. somewhere with bad Horseriding. Ineffectual it certainly was. Until they got close. Then they seemed to all get it… I wonder if they were just playacting to throw off the aim of the Archers. It certainly worked, as once we got close (with me waving the banner, keeping morale high, at a proper distance), we made short work of them.

And now we’re off to the fort.

Sixth Session

6th Session Rucdahls View point
Tale of Warriors, Witches, Trees and Kobolds.

I am glad that Flinn did not take part in the foolish attempt at taking over the fort like the other bandits did, I dont want to go chasing after his corpse. The rest are going to dance the hemp fandango and serve them right. Fools.

The remaining bandets were drafted by a lord sent by the local fortress, then I saw why we overpowered them easily earlier, virtually no fighting skill at all. After been beaten by Girky and Castien they end up doing laps and other general exercise.

We stayed the night and then traveled on the LOcal “Witch”. Who was a clear mad old man, wearing a dress, humans are definitly strange. We bargained for some invisibility potions, however he, sorry she, did not have enough fangberries to make enough for all. This ment a trip to the patch we found, inhabitted by that swarm of spiders. The Mad “woman” had a solution, a particularaly strong brew of moonshine, to burn the spiders with. Which proved to be very effective. Returning we each gained a potion of invisiblity and healing. We finally convinced Girky not to try to steal the witches cat, and mickos doesnt dance. But the beer is pretty good.

We then travelled south to the Kobold mine, for silver dust. Mikhos wanted to purge the area around the stag lords fortress of undead, one hand its a good idea, you carnt trust undead, they dont know when to stay down. On the other hand it makes a very effective defense against attack.

On the way I spotted an unusual tree, old lightening struck oak or similar. Searching around it we found some disterbed soil. Quick bit of digging and we found what looks like a bandets stash, badly hidden. The items included a signet ring (which castien reckognised) an spell book, plus several other items.

At the Kobold camp, our resident bargainer managed to get the kobolds to hand over enough silver dust to make several holy potions, plus a trade of 1 bar of silver to one bar of iron. Not a bad deal, for us.

the fifth trial (Galail)

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.

Session 5 (As seen by Solania)

We have now defeated the evil mites located in the Old Sycamore tree. It was quite a fight I have to admit, though my ability to kill people using only an Iron Pot and a sound spell amazes even me.
We brought the statue of Old Sharptooth back to the Kobold tribe as we’d promised, and it turns out that that the Shaman there, is a former Gnome (reincarnated one) who HATES Kobolds, and who’d infiltrated the tribe, and tried to destroy it from within, just like he’d done to 2 other tribes. (He’d died in a war, and got himself reincarnated as a hero, even though he was merely trying to buy his own life when ogres attacked his original gnome village). We found all of this in his journal, that I’ve arranged to ship off to his home village so that they can know that their hero is really a villain.

The alliance with the Kobolds has now been formalized as well by planting our flag, next to the tribe’s banner, and peace shall reign over the Kingdom of Cagemigorusyr (we had to change the name from Cabemisgorus, as Bongle sent along Girky, and we had Rhail join us). Much fun was had during the feast, though I’ll admit I don’t remember much. I may have ever so slightly overindulged in drink.

We have also now returned to Oleg’s Outpost and found that the bandits had been shipped off to Brevoy, as they did not uphold their peace vows. Personally, I’m hoping they get drawn and quartered. As they broke their vows, so shall they be broken.

Moonradishes were delivered, to Svetlana’s delight and she made us some nice food. Even better was the fact that the ring being delivered to Oleg, earned us an account with him worth 1000 gold. That will certainly porve handy during our negotiations awith the kobolds, and any further trade agreements that we can set up.

Still no Fey dragons has been caught. I suspect someone is ruining my traps. I’ve seen big feet tracks around the trap, but I don’t know who it is. I bet it’s Galial though. He’s always out hunting.. and he wants a Fey Dragon wing.. He KNOWS that my trap will work better than any he sets up, so he’s ruining mine… but now to prove it.. Hmm..

Southland Tale (session 4)

I was somewhat dissapointed that myself and michios were desiganted the escorts for these allegedly reformed bandits.

To be fair however, they behaved themselves. They at least seem to be taking thier oath seriously.
Anyhow, myself and Michios arrived back at oleg’s fort to find it crawling with soldiers. Looks like thier complement of guards has finally, (if rather belatedly) arrived. The ranger fort would never have been left so unguarded for so long.

pauses thinking for a moment

Anyway… thats over with now. We delievered the bandits to the fort made them repeat that they had taken an oath to help us out. Once the knight captain had grilled me for a few moments, he let them stay.

He was such a stuck up sod about that. But I guess one good thing to come out of it is that the bandits will think twice r possibly even three times before reneging on their promise to us. The knight captain has plenty of strength behind him, even if his sense of honour gets in the way of his sense of humour.

Me and michios stayed overnight to let the horses rest and then we started back to the area we were told to meet the others.

After a long day that was spent looking at the slightly imposing pile of firewood that the bandits call home, we decided to let our bandit lady deliver her report to the stag lord. She remerged a little while later with a few more bruises. I think this ‘stag-lord’ has a reckoning approaching.

We chose to leave the fort for 3 weeks and go get help. We were on our way back to the fort when we happened upon a kobald being attack by a few mites. Evil little bastards they are. And deserving of my steel. Im sure there were a few of them in the force that finally crumbled the order of Falconwood. (My old ranger group). It was this Noctish character the others had spoken of before. We helped him out and took him back to his tribes base of operations.

I must admit i don’t much like the reptilian Kobalds, but they have a fair sense of honour if a little less evolved than our own. They still smell bad though.

After enduring a few attempted digs at my apprent looks and personality with regards to finding a young lady, they led us to the tribe leader. We discussed the possibility of the peace treaty that the knight had asked me to get. Naturally of course, the Kobalds require some demonstration of martial ability before agreeing to terms. So they employed us to help cear out a nest of mites. I was more than happy to oblige. One less tribe of mites in the world, the less suffering they can cause.

So the party mustered before the tree hideout and started to discuss tactics of some kind. I decided to cut trough the preliminaries and sniped one of the lookouts from a good 100 yards out. Solania had foolishly bet me that i could not make the shot, so she ended up short 6 silver for her troubles. Then i decided the second lookout should go too, so i sniped him out of his perch aswell. The rest of the group felt they should join in, sadly Rucdalh’s shortbow lacks the punch of the composite one they allowed me to have. So the sentry raised the alarm.

I had soem trouble myself getting the third sentry. My shots were off, possibly deflected, either way, only the third shot had th power to kill the sentry. By that time the others were being attacked by mite riders, beetles. I hate those beetles, they’re very powerful.

I ran in and smashed the ehad of one of them but thankfully we prevailed. as the others were felled by a Monk who moves a lot like liquid lightning i can tell you! and the rest of the party. Our paladin Castien Birren dispatched a mite hisself. Even through the evil eye which is a good thing. Sadly Rucdalh took a bite from the beetle and is looking a little ill…..

4th Session. Now with more Solania. :P

It was an eventful few days. (Still no Fey Dragon in my traps. I’ll need to try a different type of bait I think). However, we have, for now, decided to leave the Stag Lord’s Fort, for 3 weeks, after which we’ll return and decide on a course of action, after meeting with Kressle at the Old rickety Bridge at the gorge.
The hill turned outto be haunted by zombies when Castian and I tried scouting it for secret passages, so we’ll need to find a way to overcome those walls. At the moment, I don’t have any ideas for that, though a disguise might be an idea. We’ll see.

In the meantime however, we’ve been rejoined by Mithos and Galial. They delivered the bandits (who are now free men, and on our side) to Oleg’s Trading Post, and we’re met there by a few soldiers, who’ve been sent to protect the Outpost. I suppose they’re either under our command, or there to watch over us. I don’t quite know yet. – Those soldiers apparently told Mithos and Galial to make a peace treaty with the Kobolds in the area. Good think I already made a friend of Noctish.

We did however head back to meet up with Mighty Noctish, who we found battling a bunch of Mites. And more importantly, he won the battle. (Mithos healed him after that. Who knows? Mithos might have made a friend! Considering how… eerily obsessed he was with those zombies, I think he needs one).
After a brief discussion, in which Noctish righly pointed out Galial’s trouble with finding a mate, he agreed to take us to the Kobold lair, to have a talk with their Chieftain, Soothscale. Once we arrived at Oakentop, we found that it was an old silver mine. Something we rather quickly decided to keep to ourselves, once we established that it still had silver. We don’t want anyone to come along trying to oust the kobolds, after all, we’re friends with them now, and we don’t know who the previous occupants were or how the kobolds came into posession of it.

Anyways, we found out that the Mites, who the kobolds were at war with, had stolen an old tribal relic, a type of golden statue, that portrays their spirit lord Sharptooth, and as a gesture of goodwill (and to get them to sign the treaty), we agreed with the Chieftain, that if we could rid them of the mites, and recover the statue, he’d sign the treaty, AND he’s give us back Svetlana’s Wedding ring, so that we can give it to Oleg. (The shaman is the one who has it, not the chieftain). And as a further gesture of Goodwill, I gave him the masterwork dagger we’d found, which he seemed to like, since it is shiny.

And now, we’re off to kill the Mites, ridding them from the Old Sycamore tree. We’ve already engaged their guards, and gotten rid of several of them, including some nasty bugs that they were riding. I have to be careful when pulling faces at them though. They don’t seem to like me much.

Apparently they now call me Sparkles. I wonder why? Maybe my name is too long? Or perhaps I should research how to become sparkly?

3rd Session - Continued

Castien and Girky are both following me… RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!!

3rd Session

We defeated the bandits handily. And after some talking to them, we managed to convince them, that it would be in their interests to help us build a better future in the Green Belt, together with Oleg and his Wife.

One of them furthermore volunteered to take us to the Stag Lord’s Fortress thing, which was a fair bit further south. Along the way, we ran into the Bandits’ leader. A woman called Velkress (or something like that), who told us that the last time they sent tribute to the Stag Lord, the bandits who were sent were ambushed by Kobolds. Guess we need to talk to Noctish once more. (on a side note, still no Fey dragon in trap. But at least Girky likes the sandwiches).

We have also now defeated a dragon! (Sort of… Something like a dumb, devolved dragon, with no wings, but a Dragon none the less! – I killed it!!!!)

We’ve come across Thornberries (with many spiders in.. icky!) and a really rickety old bridge. It’s evening now though, and we’re not that far from the Stag Lord’s camp. I don’t quite yet know how to approach it. I’ll see what I can think up.

Stardate.... Something. Something something. Solania's Log.
Second Session

We have now arrived at Oleg’s outpost, and in spite of my best efforts, I have yet to catch a Fey Dragon. I must be on the right track though, since one of them stole the sandwich out of my trap one day. (Note to self: Construct more elaborate trap).
We have also been joined by Girky, the Orky (who apparently likes to eat porky, with his bucket and spade). We’ve also been joined by another fellow. Not quite sure what to make of him yet, though he seems nice enough and is definetily more diplomatic than most of the rest of them. (Rhail is his name. I think he’s from some far away land. I must ask him about that).

Turns out that the inhabitants of the Outpost (Oleg and Svetlana) are having problems with bandits who live somewhere south of there. (They’re apparently agents of someone called the Stag Lord). I applied logical thinking to this and we decided to search the nearby forest for them. (We also heard of a local hermit nearby, who apparently brews potions (called Bokken or Bokkan, something like that), and we’re going to check in on him at some point. Later on, yep).

Travelling to the forest, we were asked by Svetlana to try and find some Moonradishes, so that she can cook Oleg’s favourite meal. Apparently he’s been a bit… grumpy (seems normal to me).
Oleg asked us to find her wedding ring however. Apparently it was stolen by those bandits. (I’m not surprised, while the fort is easily defended, it needs some attention and a number of people more to make it truly defensible. We’ll see what we can do. Perhaps we can use it as a base).

We travelled to the Forest, where we ran into Noctish, of the Soothscale Tribe. He was a kobold. I ended up making a deal with him (after convincing him that I was a Shaman) where we trade a pound of spice, for a bunch of the Moonradishes each month. (2 pounds of them the first month).

He also took us to the camp where the bandits were hiding out. A small defensible camp, with about 11 of them. A group of them went out early in the day, before our attack, to do something. Unfortunately the woman there did not return, and I suspect her to be the leader of this group, even though at least one, if not both of the henchmen she brought with her did return to the camp however.

We attacked just after midnight and caught them by surprise. A few dead, many subdued and intimidated by our skill. I think a few of them were even afraid of me! (Will have to check that). We need to interrogate them however, to find out what’s going on. and more importantly: Where and WHO is the Stag Lord?


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