(G577 14/12/2024 via Roll20 - JF(GM), KT, AP, AD) YI34
[Fenrir, Reinward and Irritator have been given the task of destroying
the port of Dulok on Fashib by Princess Senel. So far they have killed
a dragon and rescued a magical maiden. They are now a bit stuck on the
best way to rid the world of this pirate port.]
DAY 662 (24th Nightal)(December) cont ...
And so they had already had a grand morning arsing about in Port Dulok.
They'd killed some guards, some standers by and set fire to some houses.
So far so... good?
Meanwhile, my morning started with Fang coming to ask how his new
friends were getting on. He'd conducted whatever business he had had and
was after rejoining the fun.
I scryed Fenrir, got a fix on his location and risked a teleport.
Happily it all went well and I dropped Fang off and then went back
home. I would have liked to have helped, but I had a lot of jobs
backing up at home for the wife and baby.
Before I left they asked me for some advice. Well, I have a real
dislike for pirates after what they did to my friends at the Lost
Refuge and as I had already killed off crews of three pirate ships
as part of my revenge I was all for putting Dulok Harbour out of
business. I advised them to do some scouting first, get the lay of
the land first, get to know the big names in town, locate the slaves,
that sort of thing. I think it fell on deaf ears though as it didn't
involve volcanoes, krakenses or hordes of boars.
I left them arguing amongst themselves. In the end they put Fang
in charge. She had a look about and noticed the other bridge,
further down stream from the first one. There were Snake Heads
guarding this bridge too, so they attacked them.
Daggers in the dark, Eldritch attacks were the order of the day
again, with Fang charging into their midst wielding her axe.
Fenrir used some Walls of Flames, and the chaos arrows fell
everywhere making the melee very confusing.
Fang's left arm was turned to stone by an arrow, but other than
that, another 20 tren were defeated.
An ogre looked at them from the other side of the bridge, but
did nothing. Fenrir flew into the town and started hosing down
the crowds from ten feet up with his demon magic.
Reinward shouted at him to stop, maybe remembering my advice
from before, but unfortunately for him it was all unraveling.
Fang wandered over the bridge and into a pub. Fenrir was merrily
blasting away at another squad of Snake Heads further into town.
'Why don't we go to the Temple?' he suggested, using their magical
communication gems.
Maybe they ignored him, or they couldn't hear him over the screams.
Fenrir came south and started setting fire to the buildings in the
southern quarter of the port.
Reinward threw up his hands and went to join Fang in the pub.
Fenrir burned more of the town, flying around the roof tops in
full view of everyone. This attracted the attention of a local
wizard known as Plimpo the Insane. Plimpo attacked with a
fireball, but Fenrir hit him with an Elditch Spear in return
and the wizard teleported out in a flash.
Fenrir continued burning the town. The denizens of Dulok ran
around, fleeing the flames and sometimes firing up at him with
bolts and arrows to no effect.
Another magic user attacked, a powerful dark elf sorcerer known
as Tathdriirn the Bright. They traded spells, and the victory
went to the dark elf as he hit Fenrir with some sort of death
spell. Fenrir, just barely breathing, had enough energy left
to teleport out.
Meanwhile, the pub that Reinward and Fang were sheltering in
was starting to go up in flames. As they stepped out, Tathdriirn
landed nearby.
Reinward skulked into the smoke and confusion, but Fang stood
her ground as the dark elf approached her.
'You cut a fine figure, shrouded by fire,' he remarked to her.
'Would you like me to take you away from all this?'
'No thanks,' she replied.
'But I must insist!'
'I'm gunna show my falchion up yer arse,' she said crudely.
Tathdriirn realising he was dealing with a lout, sniffed and
flew off into the smoke filled sky.
There were other people about that had not been killed by the
fire and I suspect that the spell that had nearly killed Fenrir
had been a Banshee's Scream.
Between the flames and the Scream, another two hundred denizens
had been slain. The three of them met up again at the upstream
bridge and Fenrir burned it down. He then did the other one as
well.
Having at least made a start on destroying the town, in the most
clumsy, ill-organised and cack-handed way possible, they teleported back to
the dragon's lair, cracked open the hamper and had some lunch.