We snuck up to the camp greeted by the sounds of many men chanting. Using the voices as cover, we crept in- only to be spotted by sentries. When the guards called out a warning, the battle was on in full. All of us sprang into action- Kyara with her scythe and her snake biting at Chelish flesh. Nagi and Lanliss formed a surprisingly effective team, mowing down enemies together that alone may have overpowered them. At one point Glib shouted a word and a blinding flash of color followed. In an instant three of the bastards lay motionless on the ground. I smiled at our group’s ability to deal punishment. Climbing onto a nearby structure, I scanned the battle for signs of the old woman leading them. I spotted her in the middle of casting a spell and threw a javelin hoping to disrupt her casting. The old crone dodged my spear and finished her dread spell. On the other side of the battle, Nagi burst into uncontrolled laughter- but luckily the battle was already tipped in our favor. I was looking forward to cutting her down but she turned on me and recited words of power. The next thing I knew, my heart was racing and I was running from her. Path clear, she and a few of her people retreated into the lighthouse.
We soon recovered from her spells and, as one, pursued her into the lighthouse. On my way up the stairs I passed by the corpse of some cut up monkey. Odd. The battle on the top floor brought me closer to death than I ever have been. Even now I feel the scars of the scimitars that nearly decapitated me and marvel at the tenacity of my orcish blood. The aftermath of the fight left the witch and the apparent leader of these cannibals in puddles of their own blood.
I thanked the little girl who healed me but she recoiled from my presence. No surprise there. Also I attempted to give Nagi a complement on his fighting skills but he rebuffed me. Again no surprise. For a peace loving paladin he seems to enjoy driving his blade into his enemies. If he continues to fight that well he can keep his pretenses. I truly enjoyed watching these people deal their special forms of death, and I look forward to watching them grow in skill. Maybe I can learn something from them. In this land, more violence is sure to come.
A boom of thunder resounded from the east, but before we could investigate we needed to explore a cave network that sprawled below the lighthouse complex. Oh yes, also we spent a couple days moving the dependents to this new, better fortified camp. For some reason there were skeletons penned in near the lighthouse, and we put them out of their misery. good practice.
In the caves we found the good captain. Dead. Among some creatures apparently called ghouls. There was a letter on him that explained the situation. Short version- he came here with his “woman”- a Varisian trickster who betrayed him and threw him in here to die. He was remorseful about his actions- but hey I would be too if my actions led me to complete darkness, betrayed and abandoned, my body nothing more than ghoul food. The Varisian has her reasons for coming here, none of which are known to us- though the captain says she would travel to Red Mountain. Also in the east, perhaps the thunder we heard was coming from that place. Hmmm. More notes to come after we finish with these caves.