This session doesn't have much to write down about as it mostly consisted of the party laying low and recovering from their wounds, but let's see what they were up to.
Report for first session can be found here, and last session here.
Party members:
Angelo, a magic-user dragged out of woods near Talen at death's doors.
Beau "Blue" Smith, a magic-user and a condemned heretic who must prove his innocence by procuring a miracle for the church.
Claude Vursk, a fighter who recently defied death at the cost of his left leg.
Thrallmar Righthand, a cleric and a dishonoured dwarf with strong opinions about what should be done with the woods around here.
Back From The Woods
And so, bags laden with gold and limping back to Talen the party collapsed into their inn rooms with Thrallmar deciding to keep watch since one can never know what that amount of gold and the magical deer pelts in their bags could attract.
The night however passed on peacefully in the smal village of Talen. That is, untill just about everyone in the small tavern of Roadside Rest got woken up by an older man furiously demanding to meet the lousy adventurers that had been seen hobbling to the inn late last evening with gold practically falling off their bags.
This individual was Dylan's father who, as soon became very apparent, had heard of the party returning to the village without his son.
Hearing the man bellowing in the tavern-part of the building, Thrallmar decided to step up and deliver the news of Dylan's passing in a fight with wolves while conveniently leaving out the part about the wolves standing on their hind legs and acting in mockery of human behaviour.
The beardless dwarf offered a nugget of gold with his condolences in hopes of calming the man down or atleast evoiding creating more future enemies, and after a small exchange of words he grabbed the offered piece of gold and stormed out of the tavern.
Still needing to somehow turn their newfound treasure to usable coins, the group then decided to buy a mule to make it easier to transport their stuff around as well as managed to get a ride to Falm from Miller's son who had recently returned from far out with a wagon full of preserved fish.
The wagon ride went without much incident, and during their travel the party learned that the Millers were having some sort of an issue with rats having settled into the warehouse where they keep all the grain.
Falm
Arriving at Falm, everyone dispersed to take care of their own businesses after exchanging the raw gold for silver coins.
Blue spent most of his time in the city researching a new spell and keeping his ears up for any interesting rumours.
Angelo likewise mostly focused on re-stocking and researching new magic.
Thrallmar managed to borrow a lab from one of his acquintances, a fellow dwarf, in order to craft some potions of Cure Lesser Wounds.
Claude seeked out a doctor to cure his mangled leg. The bone needed to be re-broken so that it could be set correctly, meaning that there would be not a lot of walking in his near future as they ended up spending nearly a month waiting for his leg to heal to the point that Claude could properly walk again. Preparing to be held back by his leg, Claude also invested in two new muskets to arm himself with.
After it became apparent that Claude's leg was going to take the better part of a month to heal, the party decided to keep laying low in Falm where it was relatively safe to stay.
Nearby, outside the city, the local swamp that had been recently covered in a strange fog was slowly expanding it's reach as the fog started to creep over the lake standing between the marshland and the city.
Thrallmar kept focusing his effort in churning out potions while Blue arranged for a meeting with one of the local minor nobles, after masking his real identity as a heretic of course and managed to learn about trade troubles with Baford, a mining town north-west from Falm, as well as establishing a contact for himself within Falm.
Some new henchmen were also employed, nothing too fancy but people who are capable of holding weapons.
Other than that, it was a four days walk back to Talen after Claude's leg was back in shape to atleast some degree. The party now armed to the teeth and with some better hired help was ready to do whatever they were looking to do next.
Returning To Talen
Returning from their stay in Falm, the group was hailed to a stop as they were about to pass the windmill sitting just south of Talen. The same young man who had given them a ride to Falm earlier ran out from a house, waving both of his arms and calling out for the party to stop.
Reaching them, he explained how the rat problem had taken a turn for the worse and it was now looking like none of the grain and wheat stored in the warehouse -which was most of the grain and wheat in the village- would be either fouled or eatetn by the rats and how even stepping foot into the warehouse itself was dangerous.
After a short debate on what to do with the situation, it was agreed that they'd atleast take a look at this rat issue. The young man lead them to the warehouse, and even from the outside it was possible to hear the skittering going on inside.
Thrallmar decided to see if there was anything suspicious going on with the warehouse and cast Detect Evil, which revealed a small coin-shaped object somewhere in the front-half of the warehouse, possibly resting on some boxes based on it's height. Seeing this, the dwarf decided to defy everyone's expectations by dashing inside the warehouse, making a run for whatever he had seen.
Managing to dodge a sudden downpour of rats dropping down from the ceiling beams, he dashed deeper into the dark and stinky rat nest, reached his hand on top of a box -his fingers meeting wax and paper rather than a coin- and still all in the same motion grabbed whatever he had managed to reach as he dashed right back out of there.
Slamming the door shut against a swarm of angry rats he calmed down his breathing and took a look at what he had grabbed. A small letter with a non-descript wax seal. And on the back side, it was adressed to one Thrallmar Righthand.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Thrallmar opened the letter and took a peek inside. Beautiful cursive handwriting, detailing some sort of a ritual. Giving the thing a proper read, this ritual detailed how to prepare a sacrifice, as well as how to present it in order to pose questions for the infinity known as Leviathan.
And that is where we ended our session. I for one am really looking forwards to what will happen next.