Session 7 continued
After several failed attempts, Buckwheat, now having been moderately bashed against the cliff, cast thunderwave, which successfully knocked the grappling hook to with a short ten foot climb.
Grak lowered Buckwheat, then ignored the hook and climbed directly up to the small outcropping, untied the magic rope, and kicked it off the cliff. He then slipped and fell nearly two thirds of the way down, getting caught by his knots at the last moment. Feeling dazed he untied himself while hanging a third of the way up the cliff, then plummeted to the ground below. Suffering mostly humiliation, Grak was still ultimately successful in retrieving the Rope of Climbing, which the party allowed him to keep for his efforts. Before bed, Buckwheat sent Zamioculcas out to scout the area, where she saw a camp fire to the north, and the mysterious green light emanated from a large rocky formation to the north east.
Session 8
The party once again left the road, this time spurred on by visions of a vermillion light. Finnean’s legs caried him forward as if in a trance, and though Grak was able to restrain him, he took every opportunity to wriggle free and dart towards the source of the glow, a stone alter set on a plateau in the rocky eastern mountains. There they found a serpentine stone, shaped like a knights shield, the tabgled roots of a massive stump carved on its face. As Finnean picked it up, his eyes glowed green to match the stone and he slipped into a trance. He saw visions of the lost hero, Athelfreth, who guided the young hero’s thoughts to a dungeon far to the west, were a test awaited.
The party then continued back on the road, eventually coming across a Buafiagal camp. The toads were in bad shape, but our heroes aided them as best they could. In return the toads passed on information about the Warrens:
North of the source of the river lives a lone toad hermit. He is said to be extremely grumpy.
To the west there is a magic fountain nestled in the foothills.
In the south, not far from Dara Saol, there is a well sitting on the edge of a fallow field. Some say whimpering can be heard emanating from its depths.
At the source of the river, on the summit of a lone mountain surrounded by a never ending blizzard is the lair of the great Snawroc, the Cailleach Beira. This great snowy owl is a mighty dragon, and the source of winter in the lands. She has grown restless as of late.
The players left, following the river to the west. Shortly they came across an ancient battlefield. Buckwheat got curious about some loot she thought she saw. When she lifted a shield to take a look, three shadowy spectres appeared and drew their weapons.