The Depths of Rappan Athuk

Ever Have "Pickled Cleric"?

Well, the group finally managed to get its act together, “act” being a good term because it’s like we’re more the travelling circuis instead of a crack team of adventuers.

Halfway through the day we spot coming over a rise in the road two wagons with guards and everything. With the road really not quite wide enough for two wagons wide we pulled over to the side very carefully – neither the merchants nor their guards looked like they were real interested in making new friends. Either that or they somehow got ahold of some of Snake’s “Mule Meat Surprise”.

Ah-or-ah has a genius idea pulling out the bugbear shields and armor, getting all kinds of excited there in back of the wagon with her prizes. She got one of the merchant’s interest saying she had stuff for sale, some armor, not that we could see what they were transporting so well covered under tarps and lashed down.

Upon getting a look ath the fine merchandise his demeanor turned even more sour than before as he politely declined.

That second night wasn’t too bad, watches going semi-smoothly until some gent in a long cape ccouple of worgs with him pasing by the camp. Don’t think there was not a signle person didn’t feel some kind of very disturbing sensation run up and down their spine like it was the devil’s dance floor. This “gent” didn’t bother us but he sure put the fear of the gawds into us.

Towards morning we got overrun by some <<insert>>. Trying to wake the camp it was discovered our wonderful cleric had vanished from his tent. Was he kidnapped? did he run off? after about an hour of hunting kind of walking across his tracks. Turned out the fool had decided to sneak into the wagon crawl into the half barrel of wine, sleeping in it up to his neck of wine, his vestments dyed purple leather armor waterlogged. Well, winelogged and weighing double.

In the morning the group gave Mr. Snake two options… Wither start walking back the way they came, or spend the next week sealed into that barrel half full of wine.

He started a walking hoping to catch up with the merchants.

So a Cleric buys three full barrels of "Holy Wine"...

Well, Ah-lor-AHH elected herself party leader while half the group was resting up from their case of “Bugbear-itis”.

Once everyone was healed up (which took like a week) everyone went out on their own resupplying, which made for some interesting purchases. I say “interesting” like that’s not a bad thing, just ask our hu-mahn cleric ‘Snake Pliski’ (with a name like ‘snake’…).

Good ol’ Snake comes back with some old hag of a mule and three full barrels of wine. The mule he didn’t say much about but the wine was for “the morning sacrement and prayers”. Yet our first night out we stop to make camp beside the road and guess what? That damm cleric is dipping into the wine, claiming he missed morning sacraments. I don’t know much about his religion but I’ll tell you this, they can put away the eldeberries like no one else. I swear he drank half that damm keg.

On top of that, turns out before we left town he killed the damm mule, boiled it up then salted it getting over thirty packages of soggy mule meat each waying five pounds. Ah-lor-AH took one but quickly realized eating any of it was an invite to meet death on his home turf. While the cleric was busy puking his guts up (along with all the mule meat – saving his own life) she got everything she could of that rancid crap and tossed it down the hillside only missing the four pounds Snake had in his back pack (along with three bottles of wine, a few flasks, a few wine skins.. boy this guy worried about prohibition setting in or what?).

When it came time for Snake’s watch he was OUT. I mean dead to the world almost literally out. Nobody and Miles got tired of trying to wake him up so dragging him to a tree and tying him to it, a good stab in the leg with an arrow finally woke his hungover ass up. When the screaming ended (and only Nomis the half-elf mage waking up from them) a quick healing spell had the cleric back on his unsteady feat – useless to the rest of us and made to lay in the wagon to recuperate.

Well ‘recuperate’ might be too strong a word. What he wound up doing is sneaking a bottle of wine out of his backpack and start drinking again. He clearly thought he was quite successful at hiding it because no one is stupid enough to brazenly drink it as openly as he was. [Riley] was sitting on the barrels watching ahead, and Ah-lor-AHH was busy quite checking out the ‘moving scenery’ (Nomis was the scenery) everyone else did their bests to rid the group of the “Menace of the Wine” by smacking the bottle out of Snake’s hands while Miles and [Riley] rolled one of the full barrels out of the wagon and down the hill to shatter and bless the hillside below.

So here we are on the road, a distracted Dwarf lusting after elf-flesh (in the form of Three male elves and a male half-elf), a cleric who aint worth a shattered barrel of wine, and we’ve wasted two hours of daylight dealing with his alcoholic ass.

Yeah, gonna be ANOTHER one of THOSE days.

Into the Breach
aka.. did you get the license number of that BugBear?

*Here’s how it went…

The group has been getting its act together, buying stuff, coming up with a plan. We keep hearing about this “Rappan Athuk” and its freaking well. What’s so scary about a dammed well anyway? That’s just getting too deep for my shallow mind.

So, we go off the next town to the north is like 220 miles (or more) away so we set out early. Near the end of the day we spot on this hill some broken down stone building.. old barracks or tiny keep of some despot-wannabe we don’t know but up the hill we carefully trudge up this stupid hill to investigate.

Did I say “investigate”? What I meant was “get our collective arses handed to us”. Two bug bears.. just two. We finally killed them but they took three people down in the effort, we barely got any money off them, and turns out we were lucky there was a whole butt-load of them down in the cellars or what-not doing whatever bugbears do in dark places. All I know is we just licked our wounds, got back to town, and our dying friends into the wagon (okay so not in that order, sue me I’m still shaken by the whole thing).

We lack a leader, even a bad one. We’re outmatched. And you can’t even get a decent bowl of gespatcho in this two-horse town. sighs ain’t life just grand.*

The Beggining... or the End?

Welcome to our group of merry adventurers…

Ah-lor-AHH (Erica), Dwarf/Dwelf female fighter
Miles (Miles), Elf Cleric
Nomis (Simon), Half-Elf Magic User
[Riley] (Riley), Elf someting
[Tom] (Tom), Human Ranger
Snake Plinski (Austin), Human Cleric
Nobody (Steve), Elf Thief
[John] (John), something Thief
[Eric] (Eric), something something


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