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.