The party arrived at Thistle and dispensed the supplies to the sickened town. Squire Jern was grateful for the Baron’s help, and for the protection that the PC’s afforded the wagon as it made its way to Thistle. Horace administered what healing he could while Cara threw some magic tricks about. The next day, Squire Jern was scheduled to give Belig the Brute his weekly tribute and asked the party to take care of the belligerent goblin.
The PC’s went with the Squire and stood by as Belig and his gang made off with four bags of loot, with Ophedes quietly stalking him. A small ways away the group of goblins fell into a pit trap, between a few hills and the first battle of the game was on!
A tribe of muckdwellers had dug out a pit, noticing that a goblin would always come this way, about once a week with bags of food and other stuff and so wanted to waylay them. The PC’s saw this wanted to get the loot back as well. Muckdwellers are incredibly hard to hit but not very hardy and went down with one hit, once hit. Belig was also having an incredibly bad day. He fell into the pit, scrambled out, was greased and slipped back in, scrambled out, was shot in the leg, and fell back in, and finally was able to sneak away, while the rest of the party was dealing with the remaining muckdwellers. He was finally tracked down not to far away in a small thicket, licking his wounds, but was quickly subdued and brought back to Thistle for some frontier justice. The group took a rest overnight, celebrating their victory, but knowing that it was not the end of their journey. Early in the morning they set out…
We faded out the session as the heroes pushed aside the vines covering the opening to the redoubt and walked into the gloom beyond.