It was a bright winter morning as Jorn, Lintarn, Larridan and Awellen strolled towards the pass of Caradas. One of them was already dead and they knew well, that mountain pass was now full of snow and passing the mountains could be the last thing they ever did. Still they persisted; the knowledge about the blight wolves and threat of Avvar pushed them forward: Inch by inch. While the weather had been clear now for few days, clear skies meant cold nights up the mountains so there was nothing to cheer about; cold toes and fingers, runny noses and utterly freezing wind.
It came as a surprise when they encountered a caravan of harsh men in the wilderness. It was big sized merchant: Tal Irongrip and his group. Tal told them, that they were journeying from Ferelden up to Orlais to seek trade and it would take some years to come back which meant big riches and well being for a long time. Orleasian goods were hard to get in Ferelden, so it meant big profits for a daring merchant. Tal told the heroes that few of them had perished in an avalanche at the mountain pass just one day ago, but they had been lucky to have a dwarven scout Garat with them to save their freezing buttocks. Jorn told the merchant what had been happening at the western side of the Shield and showed them the head of the blight wolf they were carrying with them as a proof. Tal was amazed by their story and offered the best help he could: Garat. He was the best scout in the area and he knew the mountains better than anybody else. Since Tal had already made pass the most difficult areas, he offered that Garat would join Jorn and the others. They were, of course, glad to accept their help.
It was time to conquer the pass, so they let Garat lead the way. The avalanche had made travelling even more difficult, since it had made changes to the landscape. The situation was only made worse when the snowstorm hit. They had to find shelter soon or they would perish. Soon they came across a “bridge” that they had to pass; a huge tree over the gorge and underneath a certain death. Larridan and Lintarn gave strong objections about the crossing, but eventually they had to agree. Some rope, knots and soon they were advancing at steady pace, until Larridan slipped…
It all happened quickly as Larridan fell. The weight of him caught Awellen out of balance and she slipped over too. Now it was Jorn and Lintarn making best of their efforts to hold on the giant tree trunk not to fall. “Garat!! Some help!!” Jorn yelled, since the scout was already on the other side. “Don’t let go”, Larridan yelled in panic,”Pull us up!!”. With the help of Garat they were luckily able to heave the two elves back to the trunk and they survived. Somehow they knew, that there was more to come, the storm had just begun.
Luckily they found some shelter, a small dint in the mountainside that they were able to slip in. So they lay there, side by side warming each other and slept. It was Lintarn who was awake, when the ground seemed to be trembling. “Wake up!! Now!!” she yelled and a not a moment too late. They saw rocks hurling by. They were caught in an avalanche. “Deeper!” Garat yelled, but Awellen and Larridan were not fast enough. Lintarn last sight before she lost her consciousness was Awellen and Larridan slipping over the edge.
Lintarn woke up head dizzy and lungs full of snow. She coughed and wondered where she was. Inside some huge cavern, a huge hole in the ceiling, a big statue and some buildings. Her hands were bloody and injured, but she struggled herself up to take a look where others were. Jorn and Garat was lie nearby, both unconscious. Jorn buried from arms down. Soon the three of them were up again, still alive. “By the paragons!” gasped Garat as he looked around the cavern they were in. “I do believe this is Hriltan thaig… never thought to put a foot here.” the dwarf said not wanting to believe what he saw. “I honestly did not believe that the deep roads continued this far, but clearly I was mistaken”. Soon they realized the danger they were in. Deep roads were sealed because they’re full of darkspawn. New Blight or not, they were sure that they would soon be facing most foul threats. “No way out…” Garat said gazing the huge hole in the ceiling, “we have to delve deeper”. A sudden shriek caught their attention; a voice of struggle coming from somewhere nearby. Since Jorn, Lintarn and Garat were on the higher ground, they saw that two elves were pressed back against back and surrounded by armored figures with twisted faces full of hatred; They had found the darkspawn. Jorn, Lintarnd and Garat joined the fight.
Soon the darkspawn were defeated, but not without a price. Garat had lost his thumb and an arrow stick out of Lintarn’s thigh. Luckily Larridan was able to sew the thumb back with his equipment, but the results were not the best. If Garat’s thumb would heal, it would be awfully tilted. The arrow in Lintarn’s thigh was stuck deep and she was not happy to hear that it had to be pushed through. She managed, but the wound required some time to heal. “Genlocks” Garat snorted. “I guess they’ll the first of the many…”
They searched the Hriltan thaig for torches and equipment for the journey below the ground and with five torches they had found, they began their journey in the deep roads. It was pitch black and the dwarven road seemed to be endless and tiring. They had no way of knowing when it was day or night; they decided it would be best if they rested now, since they could not start a fire here. The young apostate proved his resourcefulness by “arming” their chosen sleeping place so, that the one on guard would feel a pull from a rope if something slumbered in the darkness towards them. They had to rest in total darkness because they had to save their precious torches. It would have been wishful thinking to be able to rest without interruption…
The giant spider was only few feet away of Lintarn’s face when the torches were lit in panic-like motion. The spider was handled with ease if you compared the threat to the darkspawn. “Did you know that these huge arthropods were once raised by the dwarves to prey on the numerous species of large bats that plagued their caverns? They called them Deep crawlers.. that they did, long ago…” Garat was talking to others as they stared the huge carcass. “Ugly bastards..” was everything Larridan managed to say. In silence, the group soon continued hoping for an opportunity to get out alive.
After a big T-junction Garat realized that they were closing the Gherlon thaign which had been a tribute for a paragon Gherlon the Blood-risen. Thaigs were pretty much the only changes they had if they wished to get out. Orzammar were miles away, and there was little or no hope to reach that amount journey with darkspawn lingering after every corner. They ventured forth, only to find out that near the entrance, there was a band of darkspawn camped there, but for some reason only three of them were present. One hurlock and two genlocks. When the attempt to sneak past them failed, a fight emerged. Three dead darkspawn were left behind as they continued quickly They knew, that once the darkspawn were aware of their presence, they would become the hunted…
Most excellent session if I might add. I had the intention of making the past encounters more difficult, but since the system is still fresh I noticed that big amounts of damage are not so lethal since the armor rating will reduce the damage quite heavily. Still I do seem to like the system more and more. Few more sessions and it is time for a review.
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The Cast of Characters:
Jorn Saavorwel: A noble from Denerim. Jorn is on a journey to prove himself – and his father – his worth. Jorn’s father is a notable bann in Denerim.
Awallen (Fenwyn): A cast out Dalish elf woman with bad temper. She is travelling to learn some self-discipline.
Larridan Alawei: Apostate elven healer learned with the arts of magic. Larridan wants to be acknowledged and wants to work real hard in order to achieve it. The fact he race is what it is, makes it difficult.
Lintarn: Lintarn has lived a tough life in Denerim, suffering from racism and the fact of being a woman. After a mysterious incident, she was forced to fled the city and has been travelling ever since.
Garat: A dwarven scout who had left the life in Orzammar behind him. Knows the Frostbacks very well.
Tal Irongrip: A warrior-merchant who travels from Fereldern to Orzammar seeking riches.
Mavervo: The head of the village Cantagan. Middle-aged man with already grey beard and big gut.