Having defeated the Watchtower, the party recieves reward money from Lord Radmund. The party then decides to spend the money on equipment so they may go to The Cursed Lands. A couple of days ago a messager from the king spoke to the members of the Dragon’s tail, telling them that if the cursed lands could be cleared of monsters those responsible would be given titles and lands. Most of those present laughed but the party decided to take on the quest out of inexperience with the area.
Although not in the Cursed Lands yet the roads in this part of the realm are a wild and ungoverned place where roaming bands of marauders monsters have roamed unchecked until now.
Now equiped the party sets out on the road to Dark Gate. After several hours the party comes upon a group of fire hobgoblins with a woman captive. The party kills most of the hobgoblins but a couple get away. The woman is freed and she says her name is Godhild, a merchant’s daughter whos trading caravan was overun by goblins the day before. She joins the party for protection until they can arrive at Dark Gate. Both Coelric and Plegrum are taken by her charms. One of the wounded hobgoblins is interogated by the party and they learn of thier plan to meet up with Cenbald the mage and somehow undermine the defenses of Dark Gate.
While camped for the night a group of goblins try to sneak up on the party, but the party had plenty of notice thanks to a watchful sentry. A large band of goblins along with a couple of wounded hobgoblins from the previous encounter move up upon the campsite. Cenbald the mage is with them and he has an earth elemental under his command. While the battle rages Godhild betrays the party and stabs Plegrum in the back. Many goblins fall in the battle and the party takes quite a beating. In the end: Cenbald the mage is captured and Godhild gets away along with 3 goblin archers.
The night attack on the party left them seriously wounded. Their plans to enter the Cursed Lands might have to be delayed as they heal and regather their resources. Although bold deeds and heroic acts were done by all involved, they were not coordinated, and that left individuals in the party vulnerable to the attacks of the monsters.
Sven for one realized that his crossbow has serious limitations. His friends were in harm’s way and a rescue attempt almost failed because of its slow rate of fire. Besides, there’s much more honor and glory to be had in facing one’s opponents in hand-to-hand combat instead of the ranged combat that archery has.
Sven knows that his drill sergeants back at the monistic barracks would not have been pleased with how haphazard his unit’s attack and defense plans were. He’ll have to take up the subject of practice drills with Prestollion as he is the one who might best see the benefits in what he’s proposing. Golvendir and Coelric will most likely balk at anything resembling real work. It’s so hard to install a sense of duty in the honorless.
When Godhild attacked Plegrum it caught the whole party by surprise. From now on we’ll have to each be on our guard against the treachery that lies behind a pretty face. Some unanswered questions though still remain. One being was the girl simply bait for the trap or was she honestly trying to escape her father and attacking Peon was simply the quickest means to running away a second time. Occam’s razor dictates that she was bait, but still there might be a deeper plot in the story of her family history.
Meanwhile Sven has had trouble sleeping due to reoccurring dreams that border on being full-fledged nightmares, but in the morning all he can remember of the event is a fleeting impression of music played on a lute.