I don’t know that this is going to work. The Baatorians have a strange way of organizing things, bring together a group of mostly anti-social sociopaths and have them work together? Each of the people undoubtedly has their own unique skill set, getting them to cooperate would be quite the feat. I don’t know if they’ve accomplished this feat before, so I’ll stick around and see what they do, but I don’t see this going particularly well.
We all arrived at some nowhere spot in the middle of the mountains. It sure didn’t look like any type of citadel that I’ve ever seen. We were left to our own devices when we met up, and wasted time looking around trying to find their citadel. That’s when I noticed the rat, others noticed it as well, and they actually drew their weapons on it. I’m seriously questioning the discipline of some of these people. I have yet to run into anything that looks like a rat that warrants that kind of reaction. The rat then turned into a man, a nervous, frightened man. He claimed to be the Baatorians’ representative here to meet us. It was about time. He was to lead us into their base and get us ‘settled in’. I was beginning to feel as though they didn’t need us as much as the letter had claimed, still it’s not good to make judgments before you get all of the information and patience is a virtue. I wasn’t always one for virtues.
Hagman, the were-rat, led us into their base through an illusion wall of stone. Most of us entered cautiously, most of us are not kenders. The woman, Bet, brought her horse in with her. She seemed to have some difficulty convincing it, but she managed it. I had to give her credit for that, I would have been disappointed if the horse had defeated her. The corridor was narrow and tunneled into the mountain, it was a good place to hide a citadel. Hagman led us to a room with beds for each of us, our new living quarters no doubt. No privacy? That was one way to fuse a group together, or to have them kill one another. Amber, the kender, seemed excited; by this point however, I would have suspected something if she wasn’t. The others had Hagman get us some maps of the place so that we could explore a bit until we were needed.
Everyone split up, I considered investigating the armory or the training hall, but decided to see the mess hall. Eat when you get the chance, you never know when you may not have such options. The food was decent, the staff was a bit peculiar. They seemed to be in a trance, and the other people getting food amused themselves messing with them. Hagman came with word then that it was time to meet with one of the council members.
The man we met was a dwarf, by the name of Torok. By the looks of his decorations, he had been quite the fighter in his day. Now he sat behind a desk shuffling papers. Such a waste. He told us that there was a party of adventurers lurking around the mountain and getting a little to close to an entrance of theirs. We were to deal with them, and find out what they are doing here in the process. Simple enough, a trial run for us I suppose. It was finally something to do.
We rode out and encountered them just before dusk. They had set up camp in a clearing a few yards from the edge of a cliff. I momentarily toyed with the idea of just trying to drive them all over the side, but that wouldn’t get us the information that Torok had requested. The others had another plan. Magic, deception and such. Not one for sneaking around, I stay back behind the tree line while the most of the others moved forward. The kender did make for a good distraction. The group caught on, the battle started and quickly descended into chaos. I hope the Baatorians weren’t watching to closely. In the end we were left with their scout and cleric.
Bet scared the cleric into talking. I was impressed. I think he actually soiled himself, repeatedly. He claimed that they were up here hunting succubi, three of them attacked a village, killed some people and flew off into the mountains. Being the good people that they are, the group decided to hunt them down. The cleric was killed, but some thought the scout may prove useful yet. We went back to the base to report in. After dropping the scout off at the torture chamber, we met with Torok again. He was not pleased to hear about the succubi, they were not welcome here. He dispatched us once more to take care of them.
We rested for the night and headed out the next morning with the scout in tow. She showed us where the village was that had been attacked. ‘Village’ is a very loose term for the settlement we found. More complicated planning happened to try and get something out of these people who, I thought at least, fairly obviously didn’t have anything. We needed information though, so it was easier to let the others do what they want than try to talk them out of it. We found out that the succubi appeared about the same time three sisters vanished. Coincidence? I don’t think so. We went to the sisters’ house, there was not much there until Amber found a staircase hidden in the wardrobe leading down into the ground.
It was a long passage with a door at the end, we checked it for traps and moved through it. Beyond was a large room, split into four sections by grooves on the floor. Each section had a pillar with a lever on it. There was an open portcullis on our side, and a closed one on the far end. If this wasn’t a setup, I don’t know what one looks like. Very well, I’ll play along. A little experimentation later and we were split up into four groups, one at each lever. I’m still trying to figure out how I got with the kender. By pulling all the levers simultaneously, we activated the room. Spinning blades separated the sections and runes glowed in the middle of each. A monster of some sort appeared in each section which each group of two had to fight and kill. Ours died first. Two of the other beasts died and after a minute or so the blades stopped. We could all help finish off the last one.
Now there is talk of what to do next, proceed or sleep and recover. Some of our more magically inclined seemed unable to ration their power. I am all for pushing ahead, but we may well need everyone at full strength. I am not fond of waiting for others.