The Path Less Travelled . . .

Wong’s journal, entries being made as he travels down the mountain.

Apparently that path is less traveled for many reasons.  After meeting with the village elders, we determined that the village was being plagued by Pixies and Satyrs and Dragons.  Oh my!  

The group followed the directions of the village elders:  a bridge, and cavern . . . wait, there was something else.  A citadel?  Some dwarven stronghold?  Perhaps we can go back that way later. 

At the old wooden bridge over the deep, icy canyon the group met and dealt with a Satyr and many flying pixies with tiny bows.  The Satyr, whose name escapes me, was apparently the same one we had heard of from the village elders, and was involved in the terrible disaster that cost the villagers their children.  He will not be troubling any other villages.  We were not able to engage in any conversation or get any information from it before Thorbjorn started a bloody fight with it.

Further up the mountainside, we fought a pack of harpies.  They were able to work strong enchantment magicks against several members of our group.  One of them filled my very bones with poison.  Fortunately, I survived. 

After attempting to camp in a cave on the hillside, we were attacked with a storm of ice in the middle of the night inside the cave.  The source was apparently a druid who was able to assume the form of some terrible ice elemental and conjure ice and snow to block our vision.  Fortunately, we were able to handle it without losing any Dragonknights.  For we would need them shortly thereafter. 

After finishing the night of interrupted sleep, we pushed through the Druid’s lair and entered a giant cavern.  A pack of ferocious Adlets surrounded brave Thorbjorn, who was slashed almost unto death.  Fortunately, the Dragonknights were able to destroy their pack master.  Unfortunately, that appeared to wake the great white dragon, Sjohvor.

Sjohvor came from the west end of the mammoth cavern with an army of Ice Golems.  While I summoned the Black Tentacles of Evard to bind the limbs of the minions, tiny Kulman Broadtoe made short work of Sjohvor himself.  Tiny, but fierce!

We now ride down the side of the mountain, seeking nothing more than a warm bed and a hot soup.  What could go wrong?

- Master Wong