SKT: Session 15: Trolls in the swamp
General Summary
So penned by mine own hand,Chapter the 14th: Into the Mists and Silvered Resolve
At dawn’s first light, the companions stirred within the White-Winged Griffon, their bellies warmed with breakfast and hearts set on duty. Northward they rolled, toward Mornbryn's Shield, their wagon brimming with ale destined for the Troll in Flames. Yet the road offered no peace. One night, beneath a bone-white moon, distant howls pierced the stillness. Ever watchful, Madra sought the eyes of a bird, finding a feathered ally in a raven named Morrígan. With meat and magic he won its trust, and Morrígan soared beyond the horizon, returning with dread tidings: wolves feasting, and among them, creatures that stood upright—werewolves, hunched and ravenous, yet blind to the bird’s gaze. The party slept uneasily, knowing what lurked in the dark. Days passed and Mornbryn’s Shield rose from the mists—its walls wounded, catapults poised toward the cursed Evermoors. The scent of soot still clung to the stone where fire giants had trod, uncaring and unstoppable. The party made for the Troll in Flames, finding it more fortress than tavern. Guards lined the walls. Inside, a woman fled in fear, and the adventurers were led to Oboth Thornsteel—a man more stone than steel, who denied them any reward for their delivery. Two rooms, he offered, and not a coin more. Disheartened yet undeterred, they turned to the village forge, where a smith offered silver to line their blades. A wise choice, given what roamed the wild. As night fell, Madra sought the company of beasts but was warned sharply by guards that the stables were no place for sleep—or he’d find rest among the dead. Reluctantly, he returned indoors. Blades now gleaming with silver, the heroes turned toward the Evermoors, where the mists swallowed all sound and sense. On the second night, the howling returned—closer, encircling. Through druidic whisper, Madra discerned the truth: they were surrounded. With grim resolve, the party loosed their horses to freedom and turned to face the encroaching dark.
Scriers Phink, Teller of Truths and Weaver of Wonders
Let the wolves come, for silver sings loudest in the heart of the brave.
Missions/Quests Completed
Delivered the beer wagon to Oboth Thornsteel.