To give a chance to the players that missed the last game, I ran a side game. In attendance was Ron, Dan and Sam.
When left we left the party last game, they had just arrived in the small village of Winterhaven. Within a few moments of arriving a middle-aged man ran into the center of town screaming for help. Dara walked over to the distraught.
“Sir, what seems to be the problem?” Dara asks while looking over the man’s shoulder to the gates of the village beyond.
“Kolbolds! Kolbolds have taken my family! They’re in my house!” He yells. He then returns to screaming, “Someone please help me!”
“Sir, I can help you,” Dara says grasping the man by the upper arms to focus him. “Where is your farm? Can you lead me there?”
The man looks a bit perplexed for a second and then quickly realizes help is in front of him. “Yes, yes, follow me.”
Dara turns to the group. “Reverend Millson, Rook, and Azyxa you’re with me. The rest of you stay here in town and try to figure out what’s going on around here. It’s not a coincidence that we’ve had two tangles with these Kolbolds within thirty minutes.” She turns and runs after the farmer with Rook, Reverend Millson, and Azyxa following close behind her.
The group heads for the farm. Progress is slow for the group since there is no trail and they are cutting straight through the forest to the farm. Visibility is low since the sun is starting to set and it is getting dark. After about ten minutes the farmer stops them deep in the tree line and points to a farm house in a clearing about 150 feet away. In the clearing you see a small thatched-roof farmhouse with a porch on the front. Next to the house is a barn with the doors shut and in front of the barn is a wagon. A fence surrounds the field behind the house. Standing on the porch are two small Kolbolds, each carrying a javelin.
Dara creeps forward through the underbrush keeping herself hidden. “Head back to town and try to find the militia. Do it now.” She says to the farmer. The man looks like he wants to argue about the order but closes his mouth and runs back the way the group had come. Dara turns back towards the house and pulls two arrows from her quiver.
From behind, in a gentle voice, the Reverend Millson speaks. “I can speak there language, Dara. Maybe I should try to talk to them. We could try to have the hostages free.”
Dara looks back towards the house and seems to ponder the idea for a moment. “You may give it a try, Reverend. Remember though, these are not rational beings. Their only desire is greed and they kill anything in their way.” Reverend Millson nods his head quickly and takes out a small piece of white fabric. Holding the fabric in front of him he steps out of the woods. As soon as he steps out of the woods the two Kolbolds on the porch swivel their heads to face him. They grip their weapons tighter and begin to look agitated. One of them quickly slaps the farmhouse door next to him. The Reverend Millson stop when he sees the Kolbolds signal on the door. The door opens quickly and a larger Kolbold steps out. They hiss and growl at each other quickly and the larger one goes back inside just as the smaller Kolbold on the right launches his javelin. It arcs through the air and grazes Reverend Millson’s side.
In a shot the three other party members are out of the tree line and in just a few seconds one of the Kolbolds is screaming in pain as he’s engulfed in fire while the other gets covered in ice and freezes on the spot. The party quickly move forward and soon face another Kolbold coming out of the house. Rook moves to the left of the house and starts attacking through the windows. Dara veers from her course and runs into the woods to the right. Reverend Millson and Azyxa enter the house through the front door. There are flashes of light and loud explosions. Several Kolbolds scream in pain as their worthless lives are extinguished.
Soon there is silence and Azyxa comes out of the house with a young boy who is sleeping deeply. From out of the treeline, where the party originally came from, The farmer and a couple of militiamen run up. The man is overjoyed to see his son.
“Where’s my wife?” The farmer asks, frantically looking around.
The Reverend Millson comes out of the house, “She’s not in here.” Rook circles around the front of the house and heads into the woods to the right.
“Over here. Looks like Dara left us a trail.” Azyxa and Reverend Millson quickly join Rook. At the treeline is a single arrow has been stuck in the ground. The three head into the woods and are soon following a long trail of arrows. After about a mile they come to the edge of a clearing at the foot a a large series of hills. Set into the side of the hill in front of them is the entrance to a darkened cave.
“They took the wife in there.” Dara says as she comes up behind the party rejoining them.
Azyxa hands a bunch of arrows to Dara. “I think these are yours.”
“Thanks. So, shall we save the day?”
TO BE CONTINUED…
I’m going to try something new here with the small party. I’m going to try and finish this combat up over email and through this site. I will keep this post updated with the status of the combat. If it works well, I might try it on a larger scale with the whole party. Comments are always welcome.