Party Roster:
Balinor, 9th level human fighter, 86 hp, played by Joel
Albee, 7th level human monk, 42 hp, NPC
Anselm, 6th level human cleric, 30 hp, NPC
Bodkin, 1st level dwarven fighter, 12 hp, played by Katherine
Morhion, 1st level human cleric, 10 hp, henchman of Balinor
(with advice from Mark Wagoner!)
Continuing to seek ways to alleviate his 1750 gp debt to Duke Haermond, Balinor’s Party, now named “The Killer B’s,” set out to Skull Mountain once again.
Albee trained in Tracking, and Balinor hoped to utilize this skill. Hopefully a hidden entrance to the dark dwarven compound under the Mountain could be found, Balinor speculated. We set out once again. Dodging a giant snake and slaying half a dozen diseased rats, and killing a trapdoor spider (netting a whopping 18 electrum pieces) the party arrived once again at the ominous rock structure known as Skull Mountain.
We noted a number of footprints tracking all over the mouth of the cave, and after first satisfying ourselves that the other entrances were untouched, we began tracking one of the prints. We followed them for the better part of a day before we heard movement ahead.
A human, standing about 60 feet away from Balinor, ordered us to drop our weapons and money and surrender. Balinor put his hammers away and tried to take the gold to the human, but the bandit was less than stupid and ordered Balinor to put it on the ground.
At this point, Balinor ordered THEM to surrender, which didn’t work very well. The bandits, who called themselves the Spectacular Six (although only five were visible… hmm), were not being taken in by Balinor’s threats. So with a sigh, Balinor barked, “Get em Albee!” and whipped out his crossbow. The bandits shot helplessly at Balinor a few times and then vanished into the bushes before the fighter could return fire.
Summary #4: Crazy/Ugly
This time, we heard a weird noise. By the time we got down to the cave, there was nothing there, but there were a number of booted tracks. It seemed as though the destination of the tracks had been obscured by someone, intentionally, so we couldn’t figure out where we came from.
