From the Diary of Mallador Stormwind
592cy Season of Growfest on Waterday, the 5th day of the month of Planting, 592 cy
Appropriate, we could suppose, that we started our journey as new life is being planted and begins in the fields around Hochoch. For we go forth, by all appearance, as seeds of a new beginning in the war to bring order and life back to the lands so harmed by the Giants just as a storm would destroy the fields and homes of those in its path.
After traveling south from Restwell Keep on the long road it is a great relief to be sitting in this fine home, sipping the finest wine as we listen to Sir Wassmuth introducing his guests; Lloyd Kopper from Gorna, the dwarf Breggo of the Ironveard clan, Delanna the Councilor of Hochoch, and two locals that will act as guides for our quest, a ranger, Flavious the Yunger and Sir Halldor Aegisvegg dwarf of the Kinghts of Dispatch, and Sir Roja a local Cavalier.
Venix Reepi, Cur, and I listen to the plans of these nobles with a keen ear. If what they propose is true, we should be able to drive a swift steak into the heart of these invaders and create the opportunity for the peoples of Geoff to retake their lands. I am sure the benefit would be great to all in this room, although if we fail, I suppose our hosts have little skin in the game at this point, and would likely find other companies to help drive the giants from their prior homes. But, since our home, Restwell Keep, owes allegiance to the Geoff, we but uphold our duty to our lords by attending to this matter.
Oddly, as we sit here listening to the most powerful of the City, our friend Delita has been arrested as a spy. Not only must we now deal with the giants, but we must break our friend the monk from the gallows and flee as wanted men. Odd how these things tend to drive one to action, so we prepare to depart, when the door flies open and in bounds Delita. It would appear that the city dungeons have no better ability to hold him than does the claws of the spawn of Shoth-Gorag.
592cy Season of Growfest on Moonsday, the 9th day of the month of Planting, 592 cy
Ships, boats, water. I so have enjoyed the journey down the Javan River on this small vessel as I have spent much time on the bow feeling the wind in my hair and the power within the winds. I have always had an affinity for storm powers, and here I can feel the flow I was taught to harness move constantly around me. It is sad that we must depart this part of our trip, although, it has been uneventful and quiet, save for the ever louder snores from Cur keeping us all awake at night. I think perhaps he enjoys this shipboard grog overmuch for one so small. But time to move on…
592cy Season of Growfest on Godsday, the 10th day of the month of Planting, 592 cy
Having spent the night encamped in the hills of the Stark Mound, we are glad that, so far, we have travelled without encountering any of the foul beast who have taken these lands for their own. Breakfast on the road is always such fun, as the food is dry, the coffee over-hot, and the pains of sleeping on the ground in a tent keep one aware of the hardships yet to be had. With luck, by tonight we will find this Halfling hideout and some measure of safety and find out the final details of the plan.
The events of this midday took a swift and exciting turn. As we crested a small hill we caught site of the Obelisk. A large ancient stone thrusting from the ground sitting atop a mount sloping fifty feet above the surrounding country side. Along the base of the mound could be found deep trenches excavated by some unknown defenders with numerous large boulders scarred throughout. We dismounted and began searching for clues to the area and soon discovered the remains of a battle between dwarves and giants. Under some of the boulders could be found remains of the poor dwarves who had been too slow to move from the giants hurled stones. Cur, Venix and Delita all found camp equipment and I found on one body an idol to a dwarf god.
As I said a prayer for these fallen defenders, I hoped that this gnome encampment still existed. Then, on a-sudden, Delita shouted that from the west enemies approached. We all mounted our horses and headed toward the obelisk in hopes of finding a defendable position, as these trenches did not save the last group of defenders. Within moments, galloping onto the flat could be seen, mounted on giant worgs, four Goliath Knights with armor and lances and stranger yet, they were lead by a hill giant an immense worg the likes of which I had not believed possible. Surely, these giants must be lead by some sinister and powerful cabal or leader to have some so far as to behave almost like civilized people. It reminded me much of those circus monkeys dressed as people sipping coffee as part of a show, but these monkeys were giants with spears long as a knight’s lance.
Cutting between my friends as they headed to the obelisk, I moved forward and dismounted, placing myself between the oncoming attackers and my company. With care, I raised up my orb and summoned up the powers of the storm blending in the fires of the earth and sent fourth a ball of fire which quickly expanded into a burst of thunder within their midst. Having only just mastered the missing of fire and storm magic I was taken by the power and beauty of the result, when my horse pulled back on its reins causing me to lose my footing in the rocks and fall.
At the obelisk, Delita and Cur shouted that they found a secret entrance and that we all must hurry before our foe was too close. As the giants recovered from the shock of the blast and regained control of their scared worgs, I stood and slapped my horse on the butt sending it fleeing for its life, I then turned my attention back to the giants.
Realizing the peril they had run toward, the giants split off, one to the right and one to the left, while the hill giant leader and two more ran straight toward us. I drew from the sky a storm of ice that rained down on the leader and the two goliaths riding nearest him causing the ground to freeze locking the worgs paws to the ground and freezing the hill giant to the worgs seat. The rest of the company located a way into the tunnels as the goliath to the right neared and threw his spear at me.
Seeing the large spear headed my way, I swiftly waved my hand and in a puff of smoke, I vanished, his spear falling harmlessly to the ground behind where I had been. As I reappeared next to the obelisk amongst my friends, I noticed Sir Roja on a rope with magic all round, as the hole was in fact a trap for the giants. To the left of Sir Roja was a side tunnel hidden from site and with faith in his gods and companions, Sir Roja swung himself through the false image landing in safety.
I followed Sir Roja down the rope and into the tunnel as Cur moved from the entrance advancing on the giants. Was he still inebriated from the boat ride? One wondered, but he cast forth his magic, briefly causing the giants to delay, as my last bit of magic was sent forth blasting the Hill Giant leader form his mount with a bolt of lightning. Delita climbed down the rope as Cur stone alone against the giants, suddenly, he took a spear the chest throwing him off his feet landing him hard on his back.
The goliath and its warg advanced on Cur, knowing its first meal of the day was but moments away when Cur vanished, only to reappear at the edge of the tunnel. Grabbing the rope, Cur flung himself within and onto the ledge with the rest of us. Looking up, he observed that we were all looking to the rear of the cave, for standing there were several fierce looking dwarves chattering at us. After some time and with help of a little magic we were able to talk with them and convince them of our good intent. They lead us to their leader, the Gnome Kemp Consum,
592cy Season of Growfest on Godsday, the 10th day of the month of Planting, 592 cy
Early afternoon, and we sit within the hole Kemp Consum calls home. Reunited with Flavious the Yunger and Sir Halldor Aegisvegg we are informed that the next leg of our journey must begin immediately, with little to no time for rest. Events are moving faster than we anticipated. Swiftly, Venix patched up Cur and we prepared to depart after a quick meal of gnomish make and a sip of stout dwarf ale.