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Last Wednesday, the party, began the evening by undertaking the journey back to Gemma’s Cave. They traveled for many days and on the way, they encounter a man named Cinder who was also hunting Senzar. The larger party head south and then west along the river until they were back into the hills and climbs of the Grey Mountains. They moved through valleys and over ridges until they once again found the entrance to the cave.
The outer cave was much as they had left it, a fairly nondescript natural chamber with rubble from the ceiling and a few stains where the dead had fallen. At the back of the cave, the narrow, horizontal opening was concealed with loose stones remained undisturbed. Howl recovered the coins he left hidden in the rubble, and they all quickly slip into the deeper cave that few had found before.
A continuation of the tale a Wednesday prior commenced at Pawn & Pint.
The party, happy with the results of freeing people likely destined to feed a bloodthirsty bowl, took stock of their situation and decided to remain in the area for the night.
The prisoners that survived the lightning blasts accepted the general kit of mundane gear the Senzar had and most of them departed quickly. A few decided to stay for a short while and fill the party in on what they knew.
Some of the prisoners were captured in Esland when the Senzar first came ashore. Others were captured in Ipith or in Cothel as this group of Senzar moved further inland. The prisoners who did well and worked hard survived, those that did not, ended up having their blood drained into the bowl and were replaced with new potential victims.
Last Wednesday was the second session at Pawn & Pint’s‘ new location on 613 Walnut—the space is great! In addition to the new space, the party saw some changes with the addition of a new member.
We resume the action with the party having survived a living mound of dirt and rock that tried to kill them. They looked around and tried to continue following the trail of the Senzar mage they were pursuing. They found his tracks looped back around to a point that provided a view of the runes that had been scratched into the ground. However, the tracks then simply disappeared. It was obvious that the Senzar mage had stood there watching for some time (even bits of food that had been dropped were found). The trouble was that the trail simply ended.
The party search north, east, and west to see if they could spot any tracks up to five hundred feet away. Unfortunately, they found no sign of the man’s continued travels.
Last Wednesday at Pawn & Pint we began the session at the new location (613 Walnut) and we saw other new happenings.
Pawn & Pint now has food and drinks (including adult beverages) and the party has a new member.
We pick up the action again at the abandoned keep. The Senzar were driven away and many citizens of Cothel were rescued from the basement of the keep, where the Senzar had set fires so that the prisoners would die if the party had not intervened.
As the peasants were deciding that they may be safer in the woods and away from the location where the Senzar had held them, a middle-aged man approaches the keep, having been drawn in by the smoke that was billowing up through a couple of the remaining towers. The man appears unarmed aside from a walking staff.
Soda — the precious elixir of life?
Back at the end of May, I decided to give up soda. I don’t remember the exact day, but I flagged a calendar app as the last soda I consumed as being on 31 May 2017.
Today makes 133 days since that date.
The interesting thing is I still get twinges every now and again. For instance, I went into an A&W over the weekend and the last time I had been in there, I had several glasses of Rootbeer (because that stuff tastes good). That led me to crave some Cream Soda, which I only like every few years, but I wanted it at that moment. And knowing that I could not have the Cream Soda made me want some Squirt.
I resisted all of it and drank water.
How am I so strong?
Recently, someone asked me how I managed to give it up. How have I been able to hold strong on this goal? It’s been more than a third of a year now, so what is my secret?
Well, last Wednesday at Pawn & Pint was actually the last time we met at the original location. This week we will be at 613 Walnut!
Unfortunately, this summary will not be as detailed (again, due to the fact I am yet to possess a TARDIS).
Last week saw the party setting up a new lair at the ruins where they had discovered a concealed cellar that had been abandoned (aside from some watery beast that caused a bit of trouble). In the morning, the party had spread out to check different things. While they were doing that, the sounds of horses moving through the woods from the east could be heard.
Last Wednesday at Pawn & Pint was the last time we will meet at that location. Next week we should be at 613 Walnut! Yeah for the new location!
After the DM recovered from death by small nasty bugs that can leap from person to person, the group prepared to leave Gemma’s Wondrous Cave. Howl replaced the loose rocks that lead from the outer cave into the inner one. While doing so, he hid a pouch of gold coins with the hope that anyone else who might find the entrance would think they found a bandit hideout and the sum of the treasure.
The party then decided to head back east and out of the mountains to re-examine the ruins they found a few days before finding the cave that led to the city within the mountain. On the way out of the mountain range, they had to maneuver through some narrow valleys and they spotted a group of people being driven into the mountains by Senzar warlocks and soldiers.
Normally I stay fairly healthy, but last week I presented a biohazard to those around me. It started as a normal Tuesday morning, but I soon had a slight tickle in the back of my throat and the sense that something was going wrong. My first thought was that once I got home, I would take a huge vitamin C dose and all would be right with the world.
Damn, things change fast. By the time I got home, I must have looked pretty bad because my wife offered to run to the store and get me something to help, leaving me at home on the sofa. I made it up to bed and then stayed there through most of the day Wednesday and even into Thursday evening. I had not wanted to be down two whole days, but I really lacked the energy to do anything about it.
I also normally don’t go without shaving, but this reminded me how fast facial hair grows. I did shower, mostly because the hot and humid air helped to clear the sinuses, but even still I was not a pretty sight.
I can’t remember the last time I had the flu, but I don’t think it came on so suddenly and with such ferocity. The speed of it surprised me and I guess it is something I will now try to remember in case I ever need to have a character in a novel suddenly down and out because of illness. And the length of time I had a fever (making me a biohazard) was longer than I normally suffer (lasted through Thursday night).
I am still not back to 100% and it is almost a week later. On the plus side, I didn’t get a sinus infection as a result and for that I am grateful.
By Saturday I had enough of being sick that I went ahead and did the Kansas City Zoo Run. Friday night I wasn’t sure, but I got up Saturday and pretty much said, “screw it, what’s the worst that can happen?” Not certain, but a nice hot 4-mile run seemed to help kill off the last the flu (or that will be my story). I didn’t post a great time, but I did manage a 13:16 pace. Next year I will do better (assuming I don’t become another biohazard days before).
Due to a lack of time, this will be an abbreviated version of “Last Wednesday at Pawn & Pint.”
Let’s see, people moved, spells where thrown, weapons used, blood split, and enemies died.
I believe that sums it up.
Okay, that was faster than I expected. I guess I have a little more time left. So a couple more details.
The party, having realized they may not be fully prepared to explore an underground city, decided to return to the surface for supplies. On the way back through the natural caves, they disturbed a nest of giant spiders where a couple people got all sticky and Unferth found his tolerance for poison was just barely enough.
Last Wednesday at Pawn & Pint left one girl to fend for herself as the party had a mission, but then they found something wondrous to explore: Gemma’s Cave.
Having confirmed that Comir has sent soldiers into Cothel to act as spies or perhaps even an advanced force, the party redouble’s its effort to bring word to the King that his wife might be undermining the country. To that effort, the party, with their seven horses, skirt northwest along the edge of the forest that sits on the east of the Grey Mountains.
After a couple of days of traveling beside a river, they spot a couple of carriages and a number of people heading to the southeast. Not wanting to bother people who appeared to have means, they stand to the side of the road to allow the others to pass.