Toward the Black Peaks

Stephan tried to shrink away from eyeshot of the town guard muttering, “Looks like this is meant to be a foot journey. No boat today.”

Feldard peered around his companions as they stood clustered at the corner of a building not far from where they’d left the boat tied. The patrolmen were a problem. “I knew it was a bad idea to come back to the city. Did I not say that?”

The dwarf frowned, there were too many out on the street at this time of day to be able to take out the patrolmen without attracting more guard. He turned to Ludo. “Any chance you can find us another boat? Or a means of sneaking out our weapons at the very least?” Currently, the dwarf’s axe and crossbow were bundled up in his cloak and strapped onto his backpack, but it wasn’t difficult to guess by the shape what the bundle contained.

Ludo sighed. He should have realized that the boat’s owner would be out looking for his only way to make a living Ludo looked around, the only thing he could suggest was to scale the town walls. “Feldard, Hasan and Stephen, give me your bows and axe. I will clamber over the walls out of sight of the guard and meet you in the clearing near the town’s north gate.”

Following Ludo into an alley, “Why don’t we hand over our weapons after you’ve found a spot to climb? That way you don’t have to lug two bows and an axe through town.”

The rogue nodded. They explored a bit, looking for a suitable place where Ludo could put his plan into action.

Eventually, they found a spot out of sight of prying eyes. Feldard was almost beet red at the thought of having to hand over his axe once again. What if the rogue got caught climbing over? It was daylight now, not the dark of night. But what choice did the dwarf have? With a glare that warned of dire things to come should there be even a slight scuff to his blade, Feldard handed over his axe and then proceeded to follow the others to the northern gates.

Stephan handed over his bow checking as he did that the tension was loosened. “You rogues are always handy in a town,” Stephan said.

Ludo turned to Stephen, “I will meet you at the dam.” The rogue uncolied his rope and grapple, then nimbly scaled the wall and at the top made sure that all was clear of the town guard.

Fortunately for Ludo, the town walls were designed to keep enemies out, not trap people in. He carefully lowered the weapons to the ground. Wouldn’t want to put a dent in Feldard’s axe was a thought that crossed his mind, Feldard would have a hernia. He then proceeded north along the road to the dam to meet up with the others.

Back in the town limits, Feldard was sour and silent the entire walk. He grunted and glared at the guards at the northern gates as they passed through.

Miklos was thankful that although practicing magecraft in Threshold was against the law, ‘rare book dealing’ was not, however he did his best to huddle amongst his friends as they passed by the gate guards careful not to attract attention.

Hasan enjoyed the moment. It was goodbye to the town and guards, and that was all he had been waiting for. “Cheerio, old man,” the elf nodded, as the grizzled old soldier glared at the departing party of campaigners. “We’ll see you on our return. Do keep the light on,” the elf joshed.

Maruc nodded at the guards as he passed though and offered a blessing. His view was filled with towering mountains that climbed to the skyline. The peaks frosted with snow promised a hard path. He wondered as he turned onto the northern pass road what guardian had kept this pass blind to the adventures of the past that travelled this way before. Never to return. But the favour of Halav was with him and paths of faith are never easy.

It was only as the party waited for their companion that Feldard spoke. “So where the hell is he?”

Maruc smiled when he saw Ludo sat on the side of the road with their gear.

As the others pulled their wargear back on Miklos opened the tapestry and studied the lay of the land.

“The pass we seek leads north around the rocky spur. The river has carved this gorge but there must be a path else this map is false. Let us be on our way, I’d like to get out of the shadow of that restricted city. We have the whole day before us!”

The tapestry clearly indicated a river leading north into the Black Peak Mountains. The group would have to cut across a few miles of hilly terrain to meet the Foamfire River, otherwise, they would have had to waste time backtracking to Rifllian. It was late afternoon when they reached the river, and not long after they arrived at the mouth of the Foamfire Valley.



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8 responses to “Toward the Black Peaks

  1. 4pm, Moldain, the 8th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Cloudy, warm

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 27,255/48000
    Miklos: 27,165/40000
    Feldard: 27,695/34000
    Hasan: 26,765/32000
    Stephan: 26,735/32000
    Ludo: 26,360/40,000

  2. Hasan

    “Let us rest now, and enter the forbidden vale with sun’s first light to guide our way,” Hasan suggested. “The land here is good, but the sun is weak in the sky already. This hidden place will surely bring some dangers of its own, and I would like to face them well prepared.” The elf cultivated a small fire and began to roast two small quail he had shot earlier that day. Later that night, the elf studied his own spellbook, the pages’ familiar writing lulling him to sleep. (I’m going to memorize the following spells: magic missle, ventriloquism, knock and levitate.)

    As dawn broke, the elf led led the party north, the Foamfire slipping by steadily on their left. The broken landscape was hard travelling, and there was no path, except for the faintest of gametrails along the river’s rocky bank.

  3. Ludo

    Ludo settled gratefully to the ground, a rest was welcome after the hard days tramp through the wilderness. He removed his boot and tipped out a small stone that had somehow made its way in there and been bugging him for the last couple of miles. He felt good, now that Golthar was dead, however they were travelling on the fringes of civilization going deeper into the wilderness where all sorts of dangers lurked, they would have to be on their guard.

    “Hasan, keep the fire low, I suggest we start to keep watches overnight, we have no idea who or what is in these woods and it would do us no good to be attacked unprepared. I will take first watch.

    The following morning just after dawn Ludo filled his canteen from the river and chewed on some salted beef whilst he waited for the others to shake off the night’s sleep. Exploring the unknown wilderness filled him with excitement; he could sense they were getting closer to their goal. As they marched off Ludo followed Hasan as he led the way through the undergrowth keeping a careful eye out for anything unusual or out of place.

  4. Maruc settled down, he’d hardly notice the weight of his aromur now. He cast his mind back to when he first wore it. All his sore joints used to give him alot of pain, but it had subsided now, thank Halav.

    “I suggest we rest up completely before we trial the mountains, this may take several hours, perhaps a day for us to be fully healed. Hasan could you find us a place out of the wind where we can make camp?”

    Maruc spent his time between healing and meditiating until all his friends were at full health and he was armed with fresh blessings from Halav.


    “Thank you for your patience, my friends. I know the time grates for you but we would have been fools to venture forth on this last dangerous leg of the journey unprepared.”
    With that he packed his gear and squinted into the lowering clouds and gathering mists. “It looks like a venture for warm clothing.”

    He followed on.

  5. miklosdostevar

    The mage took the time to create more continual light stones. He mused over the information they had so far.

    (DM: please advise how many Miklos can make while Maruc is healing the party.)

    “Hutaaka. They must be the Jackal people that ranged about this place in times past. Golthar himself refered to the Hutaaka hence my thoughts that he was refering to a culture rather than a place. Although what the Sons of Night sort to find out from this ancient race are quite beyond me. Some ability to further their cause no doubt.” He toyed with the lightstone in his hand. “They are a fearsome race if they are able to imbue statues with life, I suspect we may find more as we travel.” He pulled out the tapestry. “This is a magical map, it may have other functions? Maybe it is a key as well? Golthar was very keen on its aquisition.”

    He layed back on his bedroll. “Perhaps we will learn more as we travel. Golthar’s flying incantation may come in handy on a jouney into the mountains. I shall prepare that I think.”

    Miklos sat and copied Golthars spells into his book and memorised those he thought most useful.

    Miklos will memorise: Sleep, Detect Magic, Web, Web & Fly

  6. Feldard

    The dwarf was content as they set camp. They were well away from city now and he could feel the ground beneath his feet was more stone now than soil. This reminded him of home.

    Feldard volunteered for the midnight watch knowing that the spellcasters preferred uninterrupted sleep and that his infravision would give him an advantage during the darkest part of the night.

    In the morning, Feldard helped clean up the camp, dousing the last remanents of the fire used to cook breakfast. The magical map was once more tucked away into his pack and his axe was nicely sharpened and oiled. He was looking forward to this leg of the journey. The dwarf even smiled as they set off towards mountain valley.

  7. Ludo

    As they set off, Ludo looked back and saw Feldard smile – or was it a grimace; he wasn’t sure.

  8. Stephan

    Stephan also felt what he sensed his companions mood to be. He found himself strangely elated to be venturing into the mountains. Threshold and Golthar were shed off now like scabs of old wounds. The path ahead looked up. It promised the unknown and mystery. It held forth the promise of confronting evil. It was just his cup of mead. And it seemed that he was in good company that also felt this surge of vigor, hope and excitement.

    He slept well that night, taking the third watch and ensuring a merry breakfast awaited his mates as they rose.

    Setting out, he found it difficult to keep up with the dwarf.

    “Mind you, Feldard. You have the pace of a fire eagle! Your legs have no lag! Don’t leave us all behind!”

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