(G349 31/03/2018 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA26

(G349 31/03/2018 via Roll20 - AP, JF(GM)) WA26

DAY 314 (18th Hammer)(January)

With, perhaps, heavy hearts, Fenrir and Veddic left Haggam the Hermit to his vigil, and went down  into the valley.

Haggam had noticed in the morning that the dragon had attack not only Klapton, but Upper and Lower Fedred and he asked them to go take a look on their way out of the valley to see if they could be of any help.

It was snowing, and without Arahel, it took a bit longer to get to Upper Fedred than it would have had she been there. In this village, Rodger told them that the dragon had only wrecked two houses and killed three people. There were quite a few badly hurt people and Veddic helped them with his healing magic.

Since they had not plans to resurrect Arahel, she was buried in Rodger's garden. The grove of a fellow druid seemed like a suitable resting place.

They stayed the night in a tavern in the village. They had a good night, drinking to Arahel's memory perhaps, and Rodger's daughter Derfew and her friend Rosa were there.

Derfew made a pass at Fenrir that night, she was a wild girl, but he was too drunk to be of much use to her.

DAY 315 (19th Hammer)(January)

Fenrir woke up with a pounding headache. Derfew was in bed beside him, smoking a pipe. He only had a dim memory of going to bed with her.

He opened the window as the smoke was making him feel sick and ordered up some breakfast. Derfew was fairly plain in appearance and was a large strapping lass. She got dressed before Fenrir and left telling him she was off hunting.

Fenrir and Veddic had a slow start and didn't make it to Lower Fedred until the afternoon. This village had also been attacked and Veddic healed everyone that required it. He took a look at the poor mayor again, but his disease just had too firm a hold on him and Veddic could do little to help him.

They stayed the night in the only inn in the village. It was not as jolly or pleasant as the one in Upper Fedred so their evening was uneventful.

DAY 316 (20th Hammer)(January)

In the morning they set off north again. They avoided Klapton and walked on to Port Seder.

Along the road a dispatch rider stopped and said to them,

'They want to speak with you back in town.'

I bet they do, thought Fenrir, but he said, 'We are going to speak to Lord Karden.'

The rider nodded and continued on his way to Klapton at the gallop.

They had hoped to get to Port Seder before nightfall, but neither of them were good in the countryside. The road lead into the forest and they walked through it in the dark.

They were attacked by four skeletal owlbears, but when Veddic's turn attempt failed Fenrir easily blasted them all to bits with his Eldritch Cone Blast.

They eventually arrived at Port Seder, then trudged up the road to the small castle of Lord Karden. Fenrir felt fed up and tired, wishing that he had thought of buying a horse from one of the villages.

Lord Karden welcomed them in and gave them refreshments. Fenrir told him the truth, more or less.

'Well,' said the lord. 'It's a bad business. There will have to be a hearing. With Vecteria the only magistrate left I'll have to be the presiding judge. Which means you can't be here as it will prejudice the case. You'd better spend the night in the village, I'll let you know the court date when it's arranged.'

They went and stayed in the house of Gordelle Bode, who was an old lady and not at all dismayed to have two young men turn up at her doorstep. She gave them supper and showed them to their rooms. She was alone except for three servants.

In his room, looking out the window, Fenrir saw in the harbour that there were only three boats, one was about sixty feet long, but the others were just fishing boats.

Any idea of booking passage on a passing merchant ship he suddenly realised was a vane hope.

'Oh,' said Gordelle when he asked her, 'We don't get any merchants down here in winter.

The big boat down there belongs to me, but she's not seaworthy at the moment. The other two belong to two local men who do a bit of fishing in the summer. You'll need to offer them a fortune to take you to Westgate! They are very lazy and only go out into the gulf a little ways on the calmest of days.'

DAY 317 (20th Hammer)(January)

Gordelle gave them a nice big fried breakfast in the morning. After that, Fenrir wandered over the village green and knocked on the door of one of the fishermen.

A local man known as Old Pedar resided within. At first he was terrified of the idea of sailing to Westgate in the middle of winter, but he was persuaded by Fenrir's offer of 500 gold - a fortune to a man like him!

'Give me a day to get her ready, my lord,' he said. 'Then we can sail tomorrow morning.'

Fenrir and Veddic spent the rest of the day taking it easy in the house of Gordelle. In the evening a messenger came to tell them that the court hearing date was to be in eight days.

'Very well!' said Fenrir with a smile and a wink, folding the summons into his pocket.

He hoped they would be long gone by then.

DAY 318 (21th Hammer)(January)

At dawn, four men in a tiny fishing boat set off from Port Seder. Fenrir, Veddic, Old Pedar and a young fellow that they only knew as 'the boy'.

On the first day the boat was attacked by three merrow (a larger type of merman). They hurled  big javelins at them and injured Old Pedar who hid in the wheelhouse. Fenrir killed one of them, but the other two then went under the boat and started rocking it violently.

Fenrir then jumped in the water, found that his blasts did in fact also work in that medium, killed them and jumped back out again.

Once Veddic healed him Old Pedar, trembling in fear, decide it would be best to keep sailing through the night so as to get to Westgate as quickly as possible.

DAY 319 (22th Hammer)(January)

They arrived in Westgate in the mid-morning. Old Pedar and the boy had never been here before so they looked up at the big harbour and the ocean going ships moored there with wide eyes.

Fenrir paid the man the 500 as arranged plus the 200 odd he had looted from the merrows.

'Thank you my lord!' said the old man happily. 'I think me and the boy will winter here though, then go back in the spring when it’s safer.'

He then chinked all the gold in his pocket, put his arm around the boy and together they headed towards the nearest tavern.