Gaming sessions run smoother every time we play and this time was no exception. Our heroes reached second level and there was a good amount of roleplaying during the gameplay. I especially liked the amount of character interactions during today’s session. Here is what happened.
The play begins at shade of The Shield. A light rain pours as a band of grey wardens arrive to the scene. Jorn and the others meet with Sergeant Warden Urvak and explain the situation they are now. Surprised from the story told, warden Urvak asked the group to follow the grey wardens to Redcliffe where they would be properly treated and the information could be put in a good use. Jorn and the others agreed, they had witnessed many horrors and besides they were curious to learn more about the wardens.
Together with the wardens, our heroes ride to Redcliffe and are given temporary accommodation from the Chantry. Larridan however, our apostate mage, kindly refuses the offer and heads off to find more suitable accommodation for his kind. Soon Jorn receives a message, that Larridan has left Redcliffe for now, but is willing to continue travelling with Jorn after the business in Redcliffe is over. At Redcliffe, they sell much of their gear and celebrate for once, that they don’t have to fear sleep through the night. Due the heavy usage of alcohol, Lintarn tries to seduce Jorn, but Jorn politely refuses and Lintarn gets offended. The drama is already forgotten when Lintarn wakes up to suffer serious hangover. Jorn however remembers everything, but doesn’t say a word.
Morning comes and Jorn, Lintarn and Avellen are summoned for the hearing which takes place at the Chantry’s vast halls. The main hall is arranged to accommodate a larger audience, but due the nature of the hearing, only a handful of grey wardens, sergeant warden Urvak and the head of the Redcliffe Chantry, Sister Sananda are present. “I am Sananda, Sister of the Chantry and I will be conducting the questions in the grace of the Maker, please do not speak falsely and were are done in no time”.
After the hearing, sergeant warden Urvak approached Jorn and asked about what they’re planning to do next. After he explains, Urvak presents an opportunity to the group to prove their worth and possibly even join the ranks of the wardens. Urvak gives the group some time to think about it. Jorn discusses the matter with Lintarn and Avellen and they approve that it would be best not to pass the opportunity. The discussion takes place at romantic boat ride at lake Calenhad, but the mood is somewhat ruined since Avellen came along as “third wheel”. Anyway, they accept Urvak’s offer before the dawn and agree to do the job they’re required to do.
Warden Masymar had two weeks ago travelled to Vintiver to deal with issues that had arisen at the nearby regions. Sergeant Urvak believes that something has gone awry, since Masymar has not returned, even the tasks nature was routine. Urvak has reason to believe that something more dire has happened to Masymar, but circumstances does not give him the luxury to send grey wardens after him. So Urvak turns towards Jorn, Lintarn, Larridan and Avellen to do the job.
The group leaves Redcliffe, rain lashes down as our three travellers negotiate their way through the valleys and runnels of the Southron hills. The fear of what have happened to Masymar wears heavily on the group, who are seeing the job as a pathway to a better life.
In the distance a murder of crows are spotted circling. Lintarn, sharp- eyed and perceptive, surmises whatever carrion attracted the birds must be large indeed for them to brave the storm. They proceed cautiously and soon the stubble of the recently grown harvest, beaten down by the pouring rain, reveals a figure lying in the mud.
Carrion birds caw angrily and scatter around when the group approaches the scene. The figure, reveals to be the body of an adult man holding a child in his arms. Gouging claw marks and spilled entrails denote their sad end. Larridan, experienced with wounds and bestiary, does not recognize the marks to be the marks made any natural animal. With serious faces Jorn and others are determined to discover the cause of such slaughter. As they reach the farmhouse door a sudden flash of lightning reveals the shape of five twisted wolf-like creatures circling about. The party flees to the farmhouse and leaves the carcass to the wolves and thus they avoid the combat.
The farmhouse reveals yet more slaughter as one carcass sits guts open face twisted to horrifying expression. Lightning flashes and a mark is revealed in the wall written in blood. “Mythal..” Larridan whispers. “Elven god of Vengeance.. “ Avellen continues. It seems that the slaughter has something to do with elves. While searching the farmhouse for clues, Jorn hears panicked mooing from the barn. Jorn and Avellen head towards the barn to investigate, while Lintarn investigates the farmhouse.
The source of the mooing is a panicked cow surrounded by the wolves, but to Jorn’s surprise she founds a young Dalish suffering grievous wounds similar to those of the farmer. After a feeble attempt at escape she lapses into unconsciousness before the characters can ascertain what assaulted her. As Larridan enters the scene he tells the others that the woman is in dire need of help, although she remains comatose for now.
The group hurries towards Vintiver since it is not far, and they hope for a warm welcome. But due the events recently happening in the village, the greeting is somewhat icy. Vintiver is not giving warm welcome to elves, and now four of them plus Jorn arrived to the village, and bring news about the carnage at the nearby farm. The dalish woman is quickly taken to the local chapel and sister Arda and Larridan treat her wounds. After that, the group is expected to rest at the Arbor inn, with the dalish woman.
The gossips spread quickly and in the middle of the night, a heavy knocking on the Inn’s door awakens everyone. “Open the door damn it! We demand justice! We demand to have answers! Justice!” As Lintarn takes a peek through the window she can see that angry mob has gathered around just outside the door. “Well… shit…” the innkeeper whimpers. As the mob charges in, Jorn steps out to the scene and demands that he should be heard! Having his opportunity, Jorn explains the situation and negotiates the mob to dissipate. While most of the mob accept to Jorn’s explanation, the village smith Coalan does not take it well, and leaves the scene swearing that he would remember this.
The Dalish woman finally wakes up and explains how she ended up at the Fuldor farm:
“As you may know, our band visited this village just two weeks ago, during their harvest festival. We were welcomed, then, but there was a bit of trouble: some of the locals had too much to drink, and there was a confrontation with some of our young men. Harsh words were exchanged, and Harralan, one of our hunters, attacked the big blacksmith. The village warden and a visiting grey warden separated them before it could get out of hand, but still the damage was done. We were no longer welcome here and we moved on as soon as the festival ended. Harralan was angry at our treatment, but our elders assigned him the duty of scouting as we made our way through the forest, to give him time to cool off. He was the first to disappear—he simply didn’t return from his scouting one night. “Then other scouts and hunters began to go missing, as did the ones sent to look for them. The elders decided we should go back, but by then it was too late.
“Three days after Harralan disappeared, before we could reach the edge of the forest, they attacked our camp: darkspawn emerging from the trees in the dead of night. My people were taken. Those who fought were beaten or killed. I was captured alongwith the rest, taken to an ancient ruin in a rift valley deep in the forest, off the trails. The master of the darkspawn is an abomination. He calls himself Mythallen, which in our tongue means “child of vengeance”. I was brought before him, and then to his chambers. I managed to escape, but there are still many others. Also the man you speak of: Warden Masymar.
“The darkspawn pursued me, accompanied by a pack of baying beasts. I was wounded, but managed to avoid them, hiding among the trees and gullies in the forest for more than a day, always moving, never resting for long. I stumbled upon the farm where you found me and managed to conceal myself in the hayloft. I heard some of the farmers coming… The darkspawn must have attacked. I remember the terrible screams… Then nothing until you found me. “Please… You must help my people! Mythallen and his creatures must be stopped!”
Since the group had clear goal in their minds, they were ready to set out. Next morning, they left with the instructions from the Dalish woman to find the camp before the darkspawn attacked. What they didn’t expect, was the ambush by the village smith Coalan and his stout friends. Unfortunate for the furious smith, he and his men took a beating and one of the attackers was even slain. In the aftermath of the encounter, our session ended.