Showing posts with label Greenpike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greenpike. Show all posts

19th of Mirtul, 1376, Year of the Bent Blade

 Centaur Greenpike leads us to the hag, Dread Polly. We travel for a half day into the forest. Greenpike suggests announcing ourselves before entering her abode, and to treat her as helpful, even when she doesn't seem to be, and dangerous, before he leaves. We advance to the clearing. We see a hut atop some giant chicken-like legs. We announce ourselves and she pops into existence to the left. She sniffs and says that I am cursed by the wereboars, Asmodeus, and something else. She proclaims me "interesting." Not sure how I feel about that, but maybe she'll help if she's interested?

She comes up with a task after proclaiming our things useless. At least the things that we would be willing to give up. The task is to capture the essence of will o' wisp, a nasty creature that haunts places of death and fear. I accept and we leave. I mention the evil tree, and Vandederp says he thinks it's about a day and a half away. Off we go! We stop and make camp for the night.


At the end f my watch, Vorest speaks to a gold sparrow, I would swear it had stars in it's eyes! It had a giant acorn. Vorest looks troubled as she starts her watch. She says that her god, Sh'a'riesh, needed her to plant the acorn.


18th of Mirtul, 1376, Year of the Bent Blade

 We continue on. We leave the hills and enter forest. After a bit, we hear the sounds of combat. The guys approach cautiously. We see centaurs fighting wereboars. They don't appear to be doing very well, so we join. The wereboars do not like my punches. After the fight, the centaurs inspect my wound, where I got bit, and they don't look very happy. Vorest says that we should follow them to their village and they might be able to stop the infection in my injury. The centaurs build a fire to burn the bodies.

After, we follow the centaurs to their camp, of about 10 centaurs. They take me to a fancy tent covered in skulls and feathers and such. He looks me over and shakes his head. He starts speaking, but I have no idea what he is saying. Vorest translates, saying that I'm cursed and will need to find someone who can un-curse me - and do it before the next full moon. There is a hag nearby if we are in dire need - Dread Polly Twigmouth. She is about a day away. Her help may or may not be worth the cost she claims, so beware.

We camp here for the night.