Northlands Adventure

Trail of the Desperate Few - First - The Tunnel and Boat

Dear Lady Avery I think of you only.

I’m sorry for leaving you as I did but my heart belongs to a new master Sir Rundel. The one thing you’ve always taught me was to chase after your dreams. You planted this crazy idea of a life of adventure in me. Your duties keep you from taking it up as much as you want, but I couldn’t restrain myself any longer.

I should have just approached them because they easily noticed me on the road as we traveled away from Winter’s Reach. That gruff but fantastically bearded Sergeant Borin Gromstock and our fellow Northlander Peasant Daxos came to me on the road. The fine gentlemen they are they recognized me and invited me back. Priestess Faelan, in true traditional elven grace introduced me to all. Even better the beautiful Sir Rundel was happy to see me. I was warmed deep to my very soul. I found it difficult not to hug him, squeeze him, and love him forever.

Together we traveled deep into the woods to this strange dome made of thorny vines. It stood twenty paces tall and forty wide in the least, locked up tight like a sorcerer’s loins. Wickedly sharp beasts emerging every time they touched it. The heroes of so many battles and towns tried puzzle to it out. For hours they went back and forth about it. Throwing pots of different temperature water, hacking at it, and so much more. Sir Rundel threw a ball of fire as big as the heavens at the dome, even that great display of magic did not affect the structure. I believe it was Peasant Daxos that finally figured it out, to wait for the appointed hour of dusk.

Sir Rundel, finally realizing how much he needed me, insisted I come in with him. Into the scary dome and the wonder, Sir entreated me to make preparations for dinner. If it wasn’t for him saying that, brilliant and humble he did not want his fellow heroes to know he had this all figured out. For as soon as Beadle Lash sat down to table with his dinner plate the magicks activated, opening a hole into a basement and a boat. Being the last in I noticed the top hatch lock fast, binding us in. Here Sir went about activating levers to start the water coming in, once more knowing exactly what to do.

Oh Avery! It was my true and firm belief that we were all to be dead. The only thing that gave me comfort was that my soul would entwine with Sir Rundel’s and we’d be one in the heavens. For the entire chamber filled with water, cold and black. Then there was a shatter as if the ground had cracked and fallen away from here to the Southlands. We fell and fell and fell. Then slammed down into some creepy Underlands river.

There were pale skinned creatures and skinny glowing squid things. We were going SO fast. I rowed and rowed along with Priestess Faelan, Beadle Bremlee, Sergeant Gromstock. Peasant Daxos steered the boat admirably proving his claims at once being a fisherman, despite running us into a few obstacles. But the greatest performance was from the ever shining Sir. His eyes green as summer grass easily picked out every protrusion, and guiding us in the right direction.

I vaguely remember a run-in with a drunken halfling asking me to take her home. I simply tried to avoid her but she must have climbed into my pack. In the wash and rush she must have came free, floated down river. Sobered up. We picked her up, the much fabled Emma Smallfoot sister of Shaena from Beadle Lash’s songs. She took the oar from me, up on tip toe but doing even better than I had.

There was the rescue of Delver Lorna Valner who was running from what the heroes tell me was Drow, dark elves. They went on and on about how they are all evil, every drow, all of them, no exceptions. They were chasing Delver and the heroes so bravely came to her rescue, steering the boat under her grappling swing. Although nobody seemed interested in talking to the woman once they had her aboard.

Next came an island. It sat under green phosphorescing mushrooms and was habitated by pale white goblin-kin. Sergeant Borin went into a dwarven frenzy at the sight of a pike floating and glowing in a obvious magical grip. It must have been some dwarven artifact because he frothed at the sight of it. Sir Rundel gave me such a fright when he snuck away, the clever man, to investigate the sight. While Tanker Emma tried speaking with the creatures living there. I was surprised that it was Peasant Daxos who got us past the blockade of monsters, doodling some lowborn writing for them to understand. Of course Sir Rundel already had it figured out. The shining weapon floating slowly down because of his arcane wit. The Sergeant dragging it down abruptly then making a slow full tilt dash toward the boat, Tanker Emma having pulled it around for a quick escape.

The last leg went fast. We dropped into another large underground lake where there was a section of daylight shining through. Two Rock Monsters were trying to use it as an escape. Luckily the group decided to engage the monsters, because they would have wreaked havoc on the Northlands. Sir weakened it by splashing it with water, then followed it up with spell after spell. Sergeant Gromstock took a few tremendous blows by the monster, I doubt others would have survived. The peasant tried to make a good show of fighting, but it seemed luck wasn’t with him. Priestess struck out with her divine might taking fragments off the beast. It was Tanker Smallfoot who finished off the monster, letting it crawl away.

We burst out from the underground cave in another heart stopping blur and bump. The boat we’d traveled on the whole way turned out to be magical, it spoke. Dropping out another plate like the group followed to get to the thorn domed structure. In a rush Sergeant led us back to pick up his sheep, who for a fearful minute the gods got enjoyment out of making the dwarf think was eaten by some goblins.

Sincerely Servant Davtumal Knude



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