Lionel saw his companions leave Axeholm. He activated the
mechanism and the portcullis came down. He walked round and pushed the double
doors closed and put the bar in place.
He decided he would try and
uncover the well, it may take him longer but he could make a start. He would
take regular breaks and head to the room with slits covering the entrance and
the cauldron room to see if anyone had or was approaching Axeholm.
Some time into his digging he
took another break, he had lost count of just how many, and headed for the
ballista room. He looked out and saw no one. Turning round his eyes widened as
he saw, standing behind him.......
“How did you lot get in?” Lionel asked as he saw familiar faces in
front of him, Caramip, Jabby, Quippy (the female gnomes) with Anverlith,
Delebean, Pallabar and Zook (male gnomes) along with 10 other gnomes.
“Day after you left followed you we did, Kings told us to, they
did”. After a lot of nonsensical often contradictory talking between all the
gnomes, all wanting to add their bit to the tale Lionel found out that the
Gnomes had seen the group leave about 5 hours ago but had waited a while for the
portcullis to go up. When it didn’t they found they could squeeze through the
arrow slits. They then waited for someone to come back and Lionel did…….SURPRISE!
The enterprising Gnomes were already working on oiling the rusty portcullis
chain and working out a simple mechanism that would allow them to use both
wheels, a simple pulley system that multiplied their strength enabling them to
raise the portcullis with ease.
Lionel came up with an idea, would the Gnomes like to remain here
whilst he went to join his friends. The Gnomes told Lionel that that was what
they were here for, silly. So taking his leave he left some ideas for the
Gnomes to be getting on with and he set off after his friends.
Some hours into his journey, nearing dusk, he was following the
obvious tracks of the heavy shod feet of the 3 Dwarves and the deep imprints of
the 2 Goliaths longer stride, the others just blended into the general track.
Bending down in the long grass he could see that the tracks bore left towards a
cleft in the mountains. As he stood up an arrow whistled past his ear and
thudded into the ground beside him. Looking behind he could see a large group
of Orcs, led by a ferocious beast with a double handed glaive, a second large
ferocious Orc with a double handed axe pointed in his direction. A group of
goblins detached themselves and began loping after Lionel. The Orcs set off
behind at a steady trot. Lionel took off at a spring towards the cleft, hoping
that his friends were there, and he was not leading himself into a trap.
Lionel broke into the steep sided cleft and could see a wall with
an arched gateway to his front. He could see Hagnulf through the gap looking in
his direction. Lionel waved his arms frantically, he could hear the Goblins
getting closer. Hagnulf sprang into action, quickly joined by Bron and the
others. Arrows were fired in both directions all missing their target.
Two Goblins went down with arrows from the group, the main body of
Orcs charged forward, with a group of Goblins in front and supported by fire
from the Goblins. The group could see a Shaman, silent, immobile behind the
Orcs.
The Orc line slammed into Bron, Fargrim and Lionel standing at the
gateway. The two Larger, ferocious Orcs seemed resistant to every blow that
struck them. Bron and Fargrim were getting frustrated as all their efforts
seemed to no avail.
Bron yelled out instructions. Lionel, Hagnulf, Beorwulf, Eglath
broke away from their 2nd rank positions and formed a new line. Then
Bron and the front line fighters broke contact, although the Orcs slashed at
the 5 as they moved back to form a new longer line. The Orcs surged forward and
slammed into the new line. A fire bolt slammed into the gateway arch sending a
shower of sparks in all directions.
One by one the Orcs fell, leaving only the two larger ferocious
Orcs. Felled by the weight of numbers the two previously resistant to all
damage quickly succumbed to a flurry of blows as none of the group gave them a
chance to regain their feet and fight back. Tired, beaten and sorely hurt the
group took in what lay before them, some 14 Orcs, including the 2 leaders and 7
Goblins lay dead in the gorge. Of the Shaman and remaining Goblins nothing
could be seen.
After the battle a quick check of the bodies revealed:
2,300 copper pieces 46lb
1,700 silver pieces 34lb
80 gold pieces 1.5lb
A 1st level scroll: Inscribed Longstrider goes to Lionel
4 small bottles containing liquid. 0.5lb’s each
A +2 (damage) Greataxe 7lb goes to Bandur who exchanges it for his own 1d12+7
A +2 (damage) Greatsword 3lb goes to Beorwulf who exchanges with his Greataxe 2d6+6
4 Longswords 3lb’s each
2 Spears 3lb’s each
3 Maces 4lb’s each
1 Glaive 6lb
5 Shields 6lb’s each
8 Chainmail shirts 20lb’s each Bron exchanges his damaged one for a good one AC 16+2
1 Plate breastplate 20lb goes to Gimli in exchange for chain shirt AC 17+2
The group settle down for a night of rest and recuperation at
the Dwarven Excavations. Lionel sang and the group felt enthused with the
healing nature of his restful songs. Fargrim ‘laid on hands’ uttering words of
solemn prayer, as is the wont of any good Paladin and Gimli prayed for long
periods through the night and the group slept with renewed vigour.
Lionel who took 2nd watch after Hagnulf, for the
Elves could do with little rest whilst the others needed longer periods to
sleep, woke the others as dawn approached. They ate the last of their rations
and drank their remaining water. Packed up as was their wont, being seasoned
adventurers with little time to waste, the group bade farewell to the two Dwarf
excavators and headed off toward Axeholm, their new home.
Little happened during the long morning walk and no tracks or
sight seen of the Orc Shaman. They approached Axeholm around midday and the
portcullis, to their surprise was raised. Teo Gnomes stepped out to greet them
with hugs and welcoming words for not 3 hours earlier they had spotted the
White Dragon flying just to the north of Axeholm before it headed off to the
north east.
The Gnomes had been busy. Most of the lower level had been
cleared out of debris, death and decay as could be seen by the mound of rubbish
piled up a short distance away from the entrance. The Gnomes asked when it
would be ok to light a fire, for they intended to burn this rubbish pile, Bron
told them to wait another day and make sure there was little or no smoke for
fear the Dragon should return.
The Gnomes informed the group that they were happy to stay
and assist where they could, in fact they were very interested in taking one of
the ballista apart to see how it worked and could the parts be manufactured by
them. The group reluctantly agreed but told them it had to be one of the
internal ones and not any in either lower guard room. It was even mentioned that
if they could move some of the internal ballista up to the 2nd level
cauldron room that would be a bonus.
Regular communication had been arranged with Gnomengarde and
supplies would arrive soon for the Gnomes. However, as the Gnomes pointed out,
with the increased population at Gnomengarde it would be prudent if the group
could arrange separate supplies for the Axeholm garrison. The Gnomes produced a
list, a quite extensive list for provisions. They did promise that upon the
groups return that not only would Axeholm be spick and span, but the well would
be uncovered too.
(Note to group: For Umbrage, Gnomengarde and Dwarf Excavation quests completed you can expect to collect 125gp)
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