Mouldy Rye Butter

A Cold Reception

They are back in the blizzard, and through the wind howling in the pines a voice calls:

YOU HAVE SEEN HOW IN AGES LONG PAST, THE POWER THAT LIES IN THIS LAND HAS BEEN THE MEANS OF BOUNDLESS EVIL. THAT POWER IS STILL HERE. IT WILL AWAKEN AGAIN FROM WITHIN THE TOWER’S GLASSY WALLS.

There was zero visibility through the cold whiteness. They all rolled well and stuggled against the elements well. Quickshot’s instincts kicked in and he traced a path through the woods. Garth observed that this was was fey in origin. Läncen was a human snowplow. They traced the source until they saw a tall, grey sillhuete in the distant fog as the blizzard cleared up.


Up ahead they spotted some goblins. But something was different (still using some pre-published material at this point).


A mass of goblins leap up from the hills on both sides of you. Most of them brandish javelins and crude short swords, but a few of them wear better armor and carry crossbows. From the highest vantage point, another goblin clad in robes waves a rod and makes arcane gestures. These goblins appear different from normal. Their blue skin is highly unusual, and the fact that they are not dressed for the cold weather indicates that they have somehow adapted to the unnatural winter. They are probably resistant to cold.

For the most part the battle went well. Läncen ran up a hill and swept through the goblins on top of it. It took one bad turn when Sora positioned herself perfectly for all the snipers and took a great deal of damage. They battled spectacularly, dealing with the spellcaster with relative ease. They finished off less than gracefully. Amun summitted the hill where most of the battle was happening in the form of a goblin, mocking the creatures as he shot at their disintegrating ranks. This time, Quickshot knew full well that it was Amun in disguise but was still aggravated by the habit. While the others on the hills began missing and failing to suppress the last of the goblin aggression, Quickshot gave Amun the boot and sent him tumbling down the hill. The session ended with a game of cat-and-mouse (or rather Tom and Jerry) between the two.

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