LoneDuckTravelLog
The return of the priest of Brother Dog was a time of great celebration in the clan. Stories of daring do , far away places and great deeds filled the tribe with wonder. But these tales of adventure and far away places made me reflect on my own life, was there more I should be doing than stalking wild fowl, perhaps I should be part of a great story. With little hesitations I agreed to sign up with Polonthi to act as a scout on his next business trip.
The reformed party soon head for Dikene where Polonthi met up with his master and we set out in the direction of the great hills and Prax. It was an easy journey although progress was slowed by the townies. *The Forest of Flowers Descending from the high peaks we took a trail through the forest of flowers. Never had I seen such a place as this, flowers and bushes the height of 5 men, what wonders of fruit and medicine they must hold. The boss assured us this was Troll country so we kept to the path and kept the pace up.
Entering the land of Sarath? and already it was obvious from the way people lived and farmed that they had knowledge and tools far beyond my homeland. My first sight of the Elite Lunar warriors sent a shiver down my spine, dedictated soldiers, well trained, well drilled , well led , how long would it be before they conquered my homelands as well. Polonthi arranged for us to get paid, but not understanding how best to use money I decided it would be better to let Polonthi look after my money for me, perhaps he will be able to trade it for something of value. Polonthi was tasked to deliver a chest to Prax?, rather than make the long journy along he arranged for us to act as guards on a caravan heading in that direction. *Of men and Monsters The new caravan seemed to have people from all corners of the world, not just that but they were not all human either, most looked like they wouldn't last two days in the wilds on ther own. The baboon people were the worst not sure I will ever trust a monkey with a spear. The three centaurs already hired as guards seemed good sorts, and we soon got ourselves organsied as outriders and scouts.
A few hours out the centaurs and I became aware that we were being shadowed by trolls , we made haste to the river where I rigged some frames up to help get the caravans across before darkness. We camped away from the river but that night there was a lot of noise , I sneaked back and observed 4 armoured trolls beating their weapons on their shields, having made their point the wandered back of in to the forest leaving us to get some sleep. At the next village Polonthi used some of the money to buy a couple of Trollkin , at least we would have somebody to help with the camp chores. *A lone stalker Next day while travelling through the low hills the scouts noticed that we were being followed by a single humanoid who kept his distance from us. That night a large hairy gruff man joined our camp. He apparently knew the caravan boss but I was suspicous that he was more than he seemed, these were dangerous hills to walk alone in and every time I observed him he reminded me of the great bears I had tracked back home.
That night we camped in a town, one of the bosses servants died suddenly in the night, he seemed to have been strangled, although in the commotion any trace of his attacker was lost. This should be a warning to us that strange towns and villages are as dangerous as the wilds , we should have posted guards.
Making good progress the next day we came to a large mountain pass, I felt unease about letting the caravan into the pass where it might be ambushed, so I scrambled along the side of the pass to find a vantage point. Prolinus one of the other fighters tried to accompany me but I left him behind as his armour was too heavy and noisy for this work. My hunch was right an ambush had been laid but I could only guess at its scale. The party decided to circle the caravans , enhance it self with magic and charge straight into the ambush. I returned to my vanatage point hoping to use my bow. No sooner had the main party entered the pass then they were met with a swarm of javelins and were soon fighting hand to hand with a large number of Broo. I managed to get a few good bow shots off but the mellee was touch and go, both sides taking serious wounds before the Broo broke and ran. Although I don't like being weighed down by heavy equipment I could see that their armour was all that kept the main fighters from an early grave. The party although badly shaken had no lost anyone and after quickly seeing to the wounded were able to escort the caravan safely to the next town. |