Journal of Sir Thomas of Hargoth
The following is the record of the actions, in the name of Solamnia and by the Will of the Gods of Light, of Sir Thomas, Blade Knight of the Sword and heir to the Grand Duchy of Hargoth.
Monday 4 November 2013
Friday 1 November 2013
Into the depths
Wednesday 11 January 2012
The Impassable Gate
Friday 24th December 356 AC - around noon
We took the brief respite as opportunity to rest & lick our wounds. The kender, Nedlog suddenly appeared from one of the camp buildings, some sort of holding facility by the bars on the tiny windows. Following close behind her was an elf, naked but for a scavenged blanket. It seems that as soon as the wall was breached Nedlog scampered off to investigate the buildings scattered about, no doubt with mischief in mind, when she discovered the elf, Ulani, in one of the cells. Ulani is a Wizard of High Sorcery from Silvanesti lands, captured a short time ago and kept here by the dragon armies. It is quite an odd tale from what little we have heard, she was stripped and thrown in a cell but otherwise well treated. Indeed, I have seen many prisoners of the Dark Queen after their internment and I have never seen one so healthy or well fed. The only mistreatment came when her captors put her to use. Apparently they would take her deep into the mountain and place her before a metal pillar that reached from floor to ceiling where she would then be forced to cast the spell 'lighting bolt' continuously until her energy was depleted and her mind fled the waking world. After this 'draining' she would wake in her cell once more with fresh straw on the floor and a hot meal waiting for her so that she could regain her strength and repeat the procedure ad infinatum. None in our group could surmise the purpose of this tiresome ritual but it was immediately clear that it was not simple torture, there was purpose in this practice. Somebody suggested Ulani had been powering some great machine, though what nature of machine I cannot imagine.
As our new companion finished her tale there was a resounding 'clang' from the stone ogre's cave and shortly after, a massive flash & plume of smoke in the distance to the north. We opted to investigate the local phenomena first, it is likely that the eruption witnessed on the horizon was the fail safe plan we read of in the ogre band's letter. If this is the case I hope and pray one of our messengers reached Sir Hassan and the main body of our army before they attacked the enemy stronghold, if none made it through then I suspect we will be mourning the loss of a great many good men.
Entering the cave we immediately noticed that it was hewn by hand (or claw), not by Chislev's slow touch. We followed a broad tunnel a short distance up until we were confronted by a substantial metal door with three symbols embossed on its surface. The emblems were clearly religious in nature, though none of us were certain of the gods they upheld. Each of us, though, could feel the evil emanating from them like a physical blow.
Ulani & Azshauna were able to identify an invisible wall of force barring the doors from the far side and decreed it impassable by mundane means, though Sir Dominic was not deterred from making an attempt at opening them by physical assault - to no effect. One of the wizards then sent her sight beyond the door to see if there was a way to disarm the lock from within, where she saw a tunnel leading away with torches lit in their sconces but little else of note.
We decided to rest and make camp at the mouth of the tunnel so that the magic users of the party could regain their powers and we could maintain a watch on the mysterious metal doors for signs of egress. I decided that it would be in the best interests of Sir Roland & Sir Benedict (the only two of our accompanying knights to survive the battle) and the infantrymen to send them back to our main lines and Sir Hassan, if he still lived. I composed a report detailing the military action, placed it with the personal effects of the brave souls who had given their lives in glory and sent the men on their way. With duty attended to we set a watch & settled in for the night, remaining undisturbed until morning, apart from a small interruption of our rest. Around midnight our two mages both sensed a tremendous use of 'alteration' magic. I do not pretend to comprehend this but I gather mages draw their power from the air around them, unlike divine magic that is sent down from the gods themselves. When a particularly powerful enchantment is cast it can apparently leave a 'deadness' in the surrounding area as all the magic has been used up. There are many possibilities of what our enemies could have been doing but as we are not currently trapped in an invisible box or falling suddenly from a great height, the most likely circumstance is the teleportation of a great number of enemies from behind the sinister door.
Saturday 25th December 356 AC
Merry Yule, one and all.
We awoke on to a crisp Yule morning to find that nothing had passed overnight and the practitioners of arcane & divine arts had not been able to replenish their energies by any degree. Suspecting some sort of interference we decided to retreat to our stone picket at the mouth of the pass and rest fully. We also took the opportunity to celebrate the occasion as best we could.
Tuesday 10 January 2012
The Battle of Rybnik Pass
Friday 24th December 356 AC - continued
Brother Ithariel and I advanced toward the wall, he carrying the explosive and I holding a brace of shields aloft. Despite our precautions we both suffered wounds as arrows rained down from the wall, though none so grievous as to hinder our mission. We deposited the device at the gate, surmising that to be the weakest point of the defence and hoping to cause secondary casualties in the battlements above, and beat a hasty retreat. As the bomb detonated we were hit by an invisible force that hurled us to the ground, never have I experienced such a blast & I hope never to experience it again. I swear I can still hear ringing when I don my helmet.
With the bulwark ruptured I rejoined my knights, mounted and commenced the charge. Sir Dominic, filled with the lust of the righteous, spurred his steed ahead of the towards a draconian standing back from the breach. If the vile creature was capable of smiling I'd swear it grinned as it caught the paladin's gaze and sinisterly licked its sword. I forget sometimes that Sir Dominic did not fight as long in the Wars as some Solamnics and he is not always aware of the lizard-men's tricks. As he dismounted and attacked the beast it succeeded in slipping the smallest of cuts past his armour, barely enough to draw blood but more than enough to deliver the poison on its blade. Though the combat had barely begun Noble Sir Dominic now lay in the dirt, paralysed.
Fortunately the rest of the knights and I were close behind and we surrounded the draconian before it could deliver a killing stroke. Sir Bertrum gave his life to slay the beast but slay it we did, though even in death it seemed bent on killing Sir Dominic as it melted into a pool of corrosive ichor about his unmoving form.
By this point the battle was fully joined. We engaged multiple foes, the civilian element of our band attacked targets of opportunity and, our infantry caught up with us and set to with bow and arrow. We swiftly dispatched the scattered human & goblin defenders and Sir Dominic regained control of his limbs before charging off to engage another pair of reptilian foes - perhaps wishing to make up for the disastrous attempt at the first.
As our main party administered Kiri-Jolith's justice to the remaining goblins a deep rumple could be heard from a cave mouth a short distance away. Glancing over we were confronted with the sight of a monstrous ogre led by a draconian and wielding axe & gargantuan club. By the blindfold covering its eyes and the grey hue to its skin it was clear that some foul sorcery was at play in this behemoth, what nature of sorcery we would soon discover.
The monster's guide retreated back into the tunnel from whence it came and left the ogre to charge blindly towards our band. As the miscreation neared our position it became clear that what had been perceived as grey coloured skin was in fact a layer of course stone built onto every inch of the beast.
Before the abomination could reach us the Lady Azshauna twice doused it in flame, to little effect and it barrelled into our group, weapons flailing. It swiftly became clear that ordinary weapons were no match for this beast's stone skin, only an enraged Starsong succeeded in cracking its facade, but we continued the attack as we could only do. Sir Tristram and Sir Tegyr were sent to Huma's breast by the creature's wicked maul.
No doubt fearing for her safety the Lady Azshauna unleashed a great bolt of lightning on the beast with neither a glance nor a care at her surroundings. It breaks my heart to name Sir Lucane and Sir Hector among the casualties, caught as they were between the magician & her target. The ogre continued to swing its mighty weapons down upon us and the elf barely seemed to notice what she had done, I had always been taught that elves value life above all else - perhaps I was mistaken.
While we continued the futile battle with the colossal stone ogre Sir Dominic was fairing not a lot better with his opponents, though he had been joined by Sir Leofrick and Sir Gregory. From what brief glances I could glean of my comrade he swiftly dispatched the first draconian, only to lose his sword to the corpse's stony embrace. The three of them then proceeded to advance on the second, who drew a wand from its sleeve. For a moment the entire group was engulfed in an explosion of flame and when it passed only the solitary foe and the paladin remained standing. Sir Dominic was clearly in distress, burnt & bleeding but the reptile appeared untouched by the heat. The two august knights who had stood by Sir Dominic's side lay upon the ground, burnt to a crisp.
Surely Sir Dominic must truly be blessed to withstand such damage and continue to fight? Within moments of the smoke clearing I witnessed the great knight sweep up the sword of a fallen comrade and force it between the ribs of his countrymen's murderer.
Shortly after, a near berserk Starsong dealt the final blow to the stone-ogre, splitting the rock covering in two to reveal the shrunken & deformed cretin within. We turned, catching our breath, to see six bloated plainsmen swaying towards us brandishing daggers. Without a moment's hesitation Azshauna ended their lives in a hellstorm of fiery death and we found ourselves breathing hard and hearts pumping with no enemies left alive to fight.
Monday 9 January 2012
A Song of Mourning
Novel by Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Poetry by Michael Williams
Sunday 1 January 2012
An Unusual Benefactor
Saturday 31 December 2011
Rybnik Pass
Thursday 23rd December 356AC Continued
Once we had eaten lunch our reduced war-band rode out through the fog and the mud, continuing on into the night. Around an hour after nightfall we were confronted with the mountain pass. Rybnik Pass is an imposing feature, it looks as though some great giant has cleft the mountain with its axe. The ravine is narrow and its sides rise vertically towards the heavens broken only by an apparent cave network that Sir Dominic laid eyes upon. In the clay of the track Brother Ithariel was able to discern the footprints of humans, goblins and draconians in some numbers.
The ladies of the party then took it upon themselves to play the role of scouts, leaving those of us less stealthy by nature to wait.
Some time passed and I had the opportunity to study the caves, reasoning that they must be joined inside the network - thus providing a perfect defensible position, allowing rocks and other material to be rained down upon your attackers before making an escape through the earth.
Shortly before we would have become concerned for the safety of our comrades a dull thump could be heard a little way up the pass, followed by a hunting horn. We readied the men, forming a spear line across the opening of the pass, while the advance party retreated to the safety of the group.
Eventually our sharp-eyed kender spotted hooded man walking down the pass towards us. He knocked an arrow to his longbow and let fly, sending an arrow into the dirt not far from our position, fixed to which was a scrap of parchment inscribed with the words "Flee or die". Not to be put off by unfounded threats we sent the shadowy archer's missile back to its owner and in a rare moment of whimsy one of the knights replaced the note with one reading "There's nobody here". It is after all, healthy to relieve tension in times of stress. For at least another hour by the stars the only further contact we experienced was a second projectile note reading "Still here?"
Around midnight a shout of "gas" was raised from one of those on watch. As we roused ourselves, a noxious mist the colour of bile could be seen inexorably creeping along the pass towards our forward line. Brother Ithariel, quick to action as ever, gathered the pikemen & had them build a substantial fire at the mouth of the gorge in the hope that the heat would dissipate the unholy fog. Fortunately the Lady Azshauna was able to identify the spell used as 'Cloudkill', an extremely unpleasant method of slaughtering your foe en masse but one easily overcome by the light breeze the lady summoned at her command.
Some two hours later our rest was once again disturbed by sight of the hooded archer. On this occasion he had with him a goblin companion and a large man who continued to shamble towards us. This oversized, stumbling figure caught our attention as he approached the dying light of the fire we had set earlier in the night. As he came into view we could see that he was dressed in the furs of a Plainsman but his flesh was unnaturally swollen, as if filled with fluid. Starsong did not recognise the man as one of her Que-Kiri tribe but she was still distraught at his condition, particularly once he was close enough to see the pain on his face and the tears streaming down his cheeks. It became evident that this poor soul was no longer in control of his actions and whatever dire purpose he served was clearly to our detriment. It broke my heart to give the order but the archers at my command responded swiftly and without hesitation, giving evidence to their worth. As they prepared to loose their arrows and stop the wretched Plainsman the nefarious bowman sent a burning missile into his pawn and there followed a tremendous explosion. Apparently the captured prisoners of this enemy are being turned into weapons inconceivable in nature. Fortunately the blast was too far back from our line and we escaped with no injuries, at least none physical. The rest of the night passed uneventfully, though many of us lost sleep thinking of the unfortunate soul who had been sacrificed to a nefarious cause.