Drinks & Dinner at Digger’s Gulch

“Feldard, do you think this town would have a library?” asked Miklos. “I would visit there to learn more of the moors and Xitaqa. I think the more we know first, the better.”

“Miklos, I saw a small inn, Digger’s Gulch, back at the corner of Gold Way and Pick Place, I’ll arrange rooms for us there,” Hasan offered. “I’ll see you for dinner,” the elf called, shrugging over the shoulder he had already turned from hi companions, “but for now, I could use a siesta.”

Stephan watched Hasan make his way to arrange lodging. He looked around the stark, stony village. ‘Seems safe enough’, he thought. But he couldn’t help feeling some angst at one of the party heading off alone in a strange village. The Iron Ring were everywhere.

“Do you suppose there are any subterranean pubs, master dwarf”, he spoke this loudly enough for some of the locals to hear. Perhaps one might be friendly enough to direct them to such an establishment.

What did he look like a tour guide!? Feldard snorted before answering. “Not likely Miklos. Our trades are passed on by apprenticeship not books.” He looked then to Stephan, “Just listen for the sound of dwarven singing.”

Feldard then took his own advice and sought out the nearest pub to ask after Hernane. He walked a bit easier now that the cleric had healed most of his wounds when they had reached the security of the settlement’s borders.

Ludo patted Stephen on his back, “Come on, let’s sort the horses out and find the nearest pub and get rousing drunk. I am sure we are safe enough from the Iron Ring here.” With that comment he guided Stephen down the street to the Diggers Gulch which had a stable located next door for the horses.

Later in the evening after a few ales, Ludo sat back and placed his feet up on a bench beside a rousing fire and contemplated his situation. The last few weeks had been very tiring and action packed. Yet after meeting this eclectic group of misfits he felt more comfortable than he had in a long while. If only his father could see him now, he thought. He rubbed his leg where the arrow had been removed, it was healing over nicely. He would have to see about repairing his equipment tomorrow; no doubt these Dwarves would do a find job there.

“Stephen, do you think we should proceed up the river by boat or stick to using the horses?”

Maruc had followed his moody companions to the Digger’s Gulch, but as they lost himself in their cups, the priest lost interest. He excused himself with exacting politesse — to the surprise of nobody. The priest wandered in the small village, under the starlight, pondering their progress from the fires of Sukiskyn until now. The crazed antics of little gnomes–explosions of fire and light dotted the streets–seemed almost normal in this strange settlement, but none were stranger than the deep bonds he had formed with his companions. As the moon began to set, the cleric finally returned to the inn and collapsed, well sated, in his bed.

* * * * *

Maruc, like the others, was exhausted after all their extensive travels. So much so that he slept right through all the noise his companions had made returning to the room in varied states of inebriation. The first to go to sleep, he was the first to awake.



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8 responses to “Drinks & Dinner at Digger’s Gulch

  1. Hasan +1hp
    Feldard +8hp
    Maruc +1hp
    Stephan +1hp
    Ludo +1hp

    (I see what you were saying about the days being off, I was looking at the wrong column. I’ll go back and revise the previous ones. Let me know if any of you want to revise your spells.)

    9:00am, Moldain, the 21st of Thaumont, 1001AC
    Clear, dry, hot and windy.

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp
    Miklos: 10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: +50xp
    Stephan: 10xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    Maruc: 21,775/24000
    Miklos: 21,840/40000
    Feldard: 22,000/34000
    Hasan: 21,145/32000
    Stephan: 20,945/32000
    Ludo: 20,460/40,000

  2. Ludo

    … it was very dark with only a sliver of moonlight showing through the clouds, Ludo moved cautiously through the stables, something was wrong, he was not sure what. He looked in the stall where he had stabled his horse but the speckled grey gelding he had ridden yesterday was dead. With a gasp he saw a pack of grey snarling wolves, fangs dripping with saliva and blood feasting on the corpse of the horse.

    He immediately whirled around reaching for his sword, but as he drew his weapon, a large hand grasped his wrist, Vlak chuckled, “no little one, not today. Your father has sold you, you belong to me to do as I please and I think you deserve … death”. With that Ludo looked down and found Vlak holding a dagger which he then plunged deep into Ludo’s abdomen.

    With a gasp, Ludo flung himself up, sweating profusely. He sighed, just another bad dream. But it had all seemed so real! Too much ale last night he mused. He got up and gathered his equipment and moved downstairs, trying not to disturbe the others. Upon meeting Maruc he smiled, “my leg is healing up nicely a couple more days of peace and quiet and it will be as good as new”. Have you seen Feldard, I was wondering if he was going to introduce us to his clan. I wonder what Feldards father would be like; if he is anything like Feldard we had all better watch our manners”. Still he mumured more to himself than anyone in particular he couldn’t be as bad as my father.

    Ludo tucked into some breakfast, trying hard to forget his bad dream.

  3. Ludo

    DM/All – My mistake please remove the comments Ludo made about Feldards clan and his father, I got confused between Rockhome and Highforge. Let the last paragraph read like this…

    “Have you seen Feldard, I was wondering if he was going to introduce us to any of his Dwarven friends. I haven’t met that many Dwarfs, I would be interested to see if they are all as … serious as our companion”.

    Ludo tucked into some breakfast of cheese and warm bread, trying hard to forget his bad dream.

  4. hasan

    (hey — slightly (very slightly) annoyed that XPs are accruing to Miklos and Maruc but not Hasan when i (hasan) am doing all the posting! the elf needs the XP!)

    Hasan rose refreshed. Over rashers of good Karameikan bacon and a sweet melon from the Isle of Dread, the elf raised what lay inevitably in front of the party. “I suppose it is time to find Vlaak,” the elf said, looking meaningfully at Ludo above all. The lef sensed the human’s fate was tied closely with the hobgoblin’s. “Come now, let us journey as far and as swiftly as we can up the river. We know roughly where this horror of a city rests. let us take that place and make it our’s. Go now, Miklos, and arrange us our transit.”

    The mage looked up, smoldering. No dembihuman, prince or otherwise, would send him scurrying like a scullery maid. but he went, nonetheless, bowing to the elf’s logic.

    as the group stood aboard the small craft, they looked westward, watching the sun rise on their right side above the dread Dymrak. the hills quickly tumbled down into low rises and then into a drear flat country, with nothing but bogish peats on either side. the pilot, a craggy 53-year-old human, complained, “miklos, my boy, there’s none but trouble upriver. let me take ye back to highforge, and from there on to Kevlar. there you will find the Baron Haldane and other good men. seek notyour fate in these accursed moors.”

  5. Good point! Hasan +50xp. Thanks for covering!

  6. Stephan

    Stephan was none too pleased to be on a river again. His arguments for staying on horseback could not overcome the logic and pragmatism of taking the boat. He buried his frustration in the hard labor of assisting the boat’s progress with a long pole. He pushed the pole far into the mushy bottom of the bog before finding enough purchase to help push the craft forward. Up again would come the pole, not with out considerable strength of arm, and down again it went to the murk.

    “A visit to the hospitality of the Baron Haldane sounds good to me”, Stephan muttered while slapping a mosquito. “At this rate, the mossies will eat us alive before midday.”

    The craggy pilot chuckled and emitted a cloud of blue smoke from his pipe. “Aye. It’s why I take up the pipe. The smoke keeps the buggers away.”

    “Well, perhaps you can billow some of your weed aroma my way, good pilot. I can fight a proper foe but these tiny demons are my match.”

    But soon, a breeze picked up which rendered the mosquitoes flightless and somehow afforded the boat a more swift passage. But not into any sort of situation that pleased the adventurers. A strange mist seemed to build despite the breeze and the sun was challenged to provide enough light. Soon the bands were hard to see and the feeling of being watched settled uneasily on the travelers.

    Again the pilot seemed nervous. He puffed heavily on his pipe. “Not many go this far in to the moors. I think there’s a put in up ahead. I’ll be needin’ to take the boat back. You good fellows can be on about your business.”

  7. Feldard

    Feldards attempts to seek after Hernane had confirmed that she and a small traveling group had left 2 days earlier headed for Rockhome. That was a relief. Now he could focus all his attention to dealing with these Iron Ring slavers and the Sons of Night and goblin raiders. Though he was glad to be on the move again, his wasn’t so keen on the method.

    In fact, Feldard was sullen at being on the river again. His incident in the petrified forest didn’t improve his outlook on water travel at all, but the decision had been made and he could either go or be left behind in Highforge. And being left behind was not an option.

    Neither mosquitos nor strange mist intruded on the dwarfs brooding. He would only be his usual cheery self once back on solid ground.

  8. Ludo

    As the boat grounded gently against the shore line, Ludo nimbly jumped ashore, sword in hand he darted into the mist, scrambled up the bank, barely making a noise. Seeing and hearing nothing untoward despite the mist, he still could not shake off the feeling of being observed.

    He glanced back down towards the boat and saw the others disembarking from the boat, he smiled at Feldard’s attempts of getting off the boat whilst trying not to get wet. Sliding back down the bank Ludo approached Hasan, “there is a path leading up the bank over yonder, the way ahead looks clear but in all of this mist it’s hard to tell”.

    Patting Feldard on the shoulder as he moved past to take up the scouting position, “don’t worry Master Dwarf there are no little fishes in this water for you to worry about”.

    (DM – Ludo will act as scout and lead the party towards Xitaqa, keeping off obvious paths and roads).

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