Thursday 26 March 2020

Session 12: "Who needs Democracy....?" Or "Lets take a chance it all goes right".


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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