Into the Wild West

An Introduction

After the hasty departure from the docks of Laconia, caused mainly by the desperate flight of Stephon Marbury, things seemed like they would be simple for quite some time. Corryn was looking for more tales and a place where he could ply his trade without upsetting the local gentry. Kamu was hoping that by travelling into the wilderness he might find somewhere worthy of testing his skills against the Raven Queen.

And Stephon? Well Stephon just didn’t want to go home and spend the rest of his life as a dull family cleric. He was confident that the Platinum Dragon would find him plenty of evil to slay as and when it saw fit. Stephon was right.

Nothing of note happened for a week and a half on the barge trip west. After a day or two of travel the hamlets and villages of the Duchies became fewer and further apart, until by the fourth day they were no more. The crew of the barge and it’s passengers began to see more wild animals and even caught the odd glimpse of the strange beastial creatures of the wild. A small Orc raiding party was spotted in the distance towards dusk on the eighth day. Every night, the barge would pull into the riverbank, a watch would be set and the night would be passed with all but the captain (who had his own cabin) camping on the bank.

This all went well until the eleventh day, the night before the barge was due to reach Riverton. Riverton was a minor trading post on the outskirts of the more settled land around Tarle, and the first sign of journey’s end. Bandits struck in the night, one silently slipping onto the barge and killing the hand on watch at the tiller. Luckily Kamu proved more alert and spotted the less subtle rabble approaching. With a bellow to warn the others, he drew his massive sword and charged the startled group cutting down two almost instantly.

After a brief and bloody encounter the bandits proved that discretion is the better part of valour and the two survivors fled into the darkness. It had been a night where important lessons had been learnt and bonds were begun to be forged. Corryn for example could be heard muttering for most of the next day about sleeping in armour in future. And something to do with a baby’s arm holding an orange? Stephon had suddenly become rather more competant in the others’ eyes after invoking radiant energy and a miniture platinum dragon to aid him fight. Although his later confession to not really remembering the battle because he’d been in a trance did seem to unnerve Kamu and Corryn slightly.

The barge arrived in Riverton then next afternoon and the companions were soon looking for an oportunity to relax and drik away the memory of their battle. Although not before meeting the unsavoury Yavin Manfellow, who had a dirty and unkempt appearance and a love of giving orders. He seemed surprised to see the barge intact after hearing of the bandit attack. Suspiciously so in Corryn’s mind.

Captain Strongback was soon closeted away with a wild looking half-orc woman who claimed to be a local ranger. They discussed the problem of the bandits. That they had set up base in the southern reaches of Graven Forest and the problems in rooting them out due to some new problem further to the west.

Slightly hungover the next morning the barge crew set off for Tarle. After a thankfully uneventful two day journey they sailed up the river and onto a huge lake where a sizeable wooden walled town stood. The barge moored at the docks and the crew began to unload…



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