How many bloody blades?

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Date Met: June 14th Attendance: Everyone

The party trudged further northward. Battered by the elements but ever-stalwart. They traveled for another day, then constructed their masterful igloo and small bonfire. They knew the risk of creating fire, and with luck against them, suffered the consequences. A band of ice trolls noticed the smoke, and attacked them during the night.

Forgetting that trolls die to fire, the melee persisted longer than would be expected. The vibrations in the ground attracting a Bulette-or land shark-which nearly ate Achmid-Sol in an action point fueled frenzy. The Hound, bound by rope but a potentially powerful ally in combat pleaded with Lennur to release him, and Lennur did so. No longer entangled, the Hound burst through the Igloo and mounted a horse in a desperate attempt to escape. But before he could ride out of sight, Dreylin was on him, crashing him off the steed.

The Hound, who had spent time as a sellsword and bandit, knew the battle was won for the adventurers, so he turned his sword against the land shark as not to invoke the party’s wrath, or even to win their favor. The bloodletting ended, the party returned to their demolished igloo in the unforgiving frozen wastes… glum.

Comments

Sounds like you guys could have used some fire based dragon’s breath attacks, if only there was a way to lend you my powers!

Ha! I knew you couldn’t trust the Hound, should have let me kill him when I had the chance. The slimy human will feel the weight of my craghammer before this is over.

All is well in my town (OOC: unless I’m told otherwise). I have named my town Gloryholme, after my fallen kin, Mar. My men are hard at work in my metalworks, soon they will be renowned as the finest smiths in this land. I have also opened up a Pitfighting hole for local entertainment. I am personally training the locals in the only thing I know, battle. These humans are puny compared to my dragon kin, but they make up for it with big hearts. I allow my finest students to enter the Pit, with the pride of my school on their shoulders. It may be comforting here, but I long to rejoin you, my comrades, in battle.

-Par

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Why oh why is Uthavel the only one in the group carrying a flaming weapon? Oh well perhaps I can make some for the rest of the group, for a nominal fee of course, that should help me find the person I’m looking for as well as help kill any of those in my way.

Uthavel

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I also find it amusing that the your +1 flaming weapon has by far been the most useful magic item to date.

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Your town is a fledgling thing, Par. No walls, no guards, just a concentrated group of farmers and journeymen crafters recovering from a devastating famine. With some gold, it could become more than that; with your guidance, they can be ready to serve Sundabar as her strongest men-at-arms.

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Well once we slay the dragon maybe I shall return to make some magical weapons and armor for your men-at-arms, providing a few will help me in my quest.

Uthavel

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Oh gods forbid the rebirth of Knobby-foot.

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Ah yes, we may have a deal there Uthavel.

-Par

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The life of one closer to the Amaunator is a different than that of a Paladin. Time is showing the life avenging his will as a pure path for the followers. Things are much more clear. Faith and trust is to be given to the Amaunator. His people are to live in his teachings. His arms are to ensure that way of life is secured.

The Hound will never be able to live a life where he can obstruct the faithful any longer.

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The Hound has proven troublesome, but for the moment we must concentrate on the facts as they are: we need his help to get to the Dragon’s lair, and the north offers us few opportunities for finding our bearings ourselves.

Regarding the fight itself: New policy regarding trolls: SET THEM ON FIRE. But Achmed, you may say, I don’t have fire attacks- FUCK YOU SET THEM ON FIRE.

We may want to invest in some alchemical supplies at the next opportunity to do so.

Regarding Landsharks:

He escaped INTO A GLACIER. This is an animal adapted for swimming through the ground that just decided to leave, and leaped INTO A GLACIER for the hell of it.

Fuck landsharks.

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