Game summary June 17
Sir Oftgar of Norif made a quick assessment of Sven. The assessment read like a shopping list with no need for extra words.
Oftgar could tell that Sven approached him and even began this conversation as a means to reconnoiter more about himself, but Offgar read more about Sven than he gave. Oftgar almost smiled when he so easily got Sven to tell who his true friends were out of all those that claim to Dragon’s Tale mercenaries.
“Oh them, yeah we just got back from the Cursed Lands. They do seem to have challenged that Dwarf to a drinking contest.”
And how simple it was to ascertain if Sven and his group of friends were loyal to Lord Radmund.
“Did you hear about the evil force called the WatchTower that possessed Lord Radmond’s tower? It’s hard to believe that a nobleman would put his desire for a diverse menagerie above the safety of his subjects!”
Sometimes Oftgar didn’t even have to bait in the conversation with leading questions. He only had to nod his head and that was enough encouragement to keep Sven talking.
“And his son isn’t much better. Egric is in charge of the gate that leads into the Cursed Lands and would you believe they charged us double when we tried to re-enter the kingdom!”
Oftgar’s eyes narrowed as he concluded that this group of friends was slightly different than the rabble that constitutes most of the Dragon’s Tale mercenaries. Sven and his friends were not indebted to Lord Radmund by a business or social blackmail; nor were they simply to be sold to the highest bidder like most coin-addicted mercenaries are. They were true Free-Lancers. They had a cause deeper than that of local politics. Perhaps that cause might inspire this party of adventurers to do something … well something noticeable. Oftgar needed to know what motivated them.
“And while there in the cathedral we found the remains of Saint Wihtric. Wouldn’t it be neat if pilgrims once again traveled there to pay their respects? Pilgrimages might be the best way to go about establishing our own kingdom out in the Cursed Lands just like King Leomer offered in his proclamation”
Oftgar almost laughed out loud at the naivety of Sven but played it off as feigned interest in the drinking match. In his gruff voice he said “It looks like your friend is slowing down. He’s going to have one huge headache in the morning.”
After Oftgar had gleaned all the information he could out of Sven he left for his room leaving Sven alone.
Sven then went to tell his friends all that he’d learned about Oftgar. This amounted to about the same as the public information that could be read in any playbill from any one of the many jousting tournaments Oftgar had been in.
Sven took mild interest in the drinking contest when he noticed the flames begin to spread across the bar. The flames moved about as though an intelligence were directing them and this turned out to be no regular fire. It had to be a summoned elemental but of a different kind of magic than what Golvendir used. His regular sword made by the hand-of-man passed through without so much as slowing down the creature. Prestollion was having better luck and thus Sven concluded he too must wield at magical weapon if this fire beast was going to be stopped from burning out the whole tavern. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Shield Breaker the war axe that Dorax owned… the war axe that had killed Wilhad the Bard… but there was no time to dwell on that right now.
Prestollion and Sven continued to battle the Fire elemental as Dorax and Coelric drank their way into not caring that the tavern was on fire.
Eventually the Dragon’s Tale mercenaries defeated the monster and decided that Cenbald or rather Cenbald’s daughter Godild was too much of a threat and danger to be left free to roam at will. There was too much at stake if she were to succeed in freeing her father from the dungeon he was held in. Certain members of the party was also curious to see if Cenbald was actually guilty of the crimes he was accused of.
Alhwin and Golvendir made their way to Lord Ramund’s estate where they hoped to not only discuss recent events with him but also gain an audience with Duke Wolfred from Noriff, the neighboring town to the east.
While they were hobnobbing with the noblemen Plegrum was mistaken as one of the servants and was drafted into working in the kitchen and also serving as a waiter.
While that was happening the rest of the party tried to scout out the burnt remains of Cenbald’s home. Along with the important information that was gained the party also picked up a pair of stalkers. The two seemed to be trailing the party and they were recognized as the same pair of scruffy looking ne’er-do-wells that Sir Oftgar was seen talking to early in the evening. Prestollion was able to easily subdue them and via direct intimidation the subsequent interrogation proceeded quite smoothly.
Alhwin was able to gather some background about the events leading up to Cenbald being declared a “Wolf’s head” by talking to Cenbald’s brother.
Finally in the wee hours of the morning, just before dawn was to break the party was able to conference together at the Dragon’s tale tavern and put together the different parts of the jigsaw puzzle.
First it appears as though Cenbald was hired by Lord Ramund to acquire the Hirden Codex (a treatise on the monsters that live on the haunted coast).
Somehow when Cenbald went to do that Lord Ulwine’s son was killed. The party assumes Ulwine’s son was the original owner and it is not known if Cenbald succeeded in acquiring it.
Cenbald went to Lord Ramund asking for more money. In response Ramund went to the Dragon’s tale Mercenary group and placed a bounty on Cenbald.
Those Mercenaries, excluding Dorax, then set fire to Cenbald’s home killing his wife. Cenbald and his apprentice Earth Mage daughter were able to pass through the rock wall and escape.
Sir Oftgar’s connection to this mess is that he’s been ordered by Lord Ulwine to investigate the motives behind his son’s death.