01 Wintermarch 28th Year of the Dragon Age
At the circle tower, night fades into day and so began the festivities of First Day! Boreas decided to fill himself with the plentiful buffet. Unfortunately for the catering staff, Boreas was able to consume a platter of food faster than they could replace it. They resorted to bringing the platters directly to him, for first dibs.
Mah’jeek sulked about the place, as he did not particularly care for the festivities. In spite of this, he purchased two pairs of hand made scarfs and socks – orange for Boreas and purple for Elodie. Mah’jeek then commissioned the skills of an elven worker in the tower to create an eyepatch with gilded embroidery for Yeran. The patch was decorated with a tree and two presents remarkably in the shape of a large cock and balls.
Elodie entertained the mages by showing off her skills and playing some music. She had a lot of requests and improvised a lot when she didn’t know the song.
Yeran, made the most of the Circle footing the bill and decided to help himself to the most expensive wine he could find. The tranquil were very helpful in helping him find his poison. He drank lots and lots of wine. Nobody was quite certain what happened to him between the 3rd bottle and the morning.
Meanwhile, Grigor, Mah’jeek and Elodie had a drinking contest. Many pints were downed, shots and spirits followed, causing Mah’jeeks reddish skin to fade. He locked eyes with Elodie, and they both fell backwards off their chairs and were carried off to a roaring applause to sleep off the booze in the dorm room. Unsurprisingly, Grigor washed his wine down with more alcohol…
Boreas then removed his armour to eat more chicken and pies without constriction…
The following morning everyone had a raging hangover, as typically expected at this point. Everyone except Boreas however, who had a different discomfort to face. Wishing that he was as inebriated as his friends, Boreas had a mighty and profound shit. Thankfully afterwards he was able to fit back into his armour, but the aging plumbing of the tower was blocked and the smell pervaded everywhere.
The party opted to leave the Circle swiftly after breakfast. Before they left, Wynne summoned Yeran to her office. She gave him a book on spirit healing, a sexy pink healing sash and a few potions to keep him and his friends safe on their travels. She told him that if Grigor was to invite Yeran to join his organisation then he should accept the offer in order to keep himself safe, whilst giving the phallic eyepatch a disapproving look. She also handed him some fine special reserve wine, which Yeran cared about more than the rest of the gift package.
During the journey, Mah’jeek attempted to cast a new spell, dream sending. However, this backfired very badly and instead sent him into having a terrible nightmare where he became an abomination over and over again. A nightmare that haunted him every following night on the journey. Mah’jeek kept to himself, more than usual, for the rest of the journey.
Later in their journey the party stumbled on a farmhand, dead in the road with crows encircling his fresh corpse ravenously. (Ed: Is that the ominous sound of a side quest I hear?) As everyone headed towards the farmhouse to have a look, they all failed to notice the five blight wolves preparing to ambush them. Surprise!
The battle ensued quickly, the party maneuvered themselves quickly into a position where most of the wolves were attacking Boreas except one which had a profound desire for the taste of Mah’jeeks flesh.
The wolves worked as a pack, and repeatedly attacked Boreas in a tactical and packlike way. Boreas feared not as he had healing support from both mages, and swung his mighty two handed sword at the wolves.
Mah’jeek unleashed a monster walking bomb on one of the wolves, who then proceeded to shakes it off immediately.
Both mages pulled off multiple spell casts healing Boreas and keeping him up as he cleaved a wolf down. Before picking it up and throwing it “in the nearest direction”.
Meanwhile Elodie was plink plink plinking away to little success, so she decided to switch to her short sword and be a shady bastard and backstab some wolves. She pulled this off repeatedly with grace and mastery that even the late Brannek would have been jealous of.
Yeran melted the brain of a wolf through its ear somehow…
Elodie weakened the wolves with deadly backstabbing while Boreas sliced another one open and threw the corpse at Mah’jeek. The remaining wolves ran off. Mah’jeek responded by mildly inconveniencing Boreas with a tasty mindblast.
Following the battle, Boreas identified that the corpses were not killed by the blight wolves. Everyone moved together into the main farmhouse. It was filled with blood, corpses and some strange writing which no-one was able to read. They searched the rest of the farm and found nothing much aside from bloodshed, until they stumbled upon a maimed Dalish Elf. With some quick and effective healing, the party patched her up enough to be stable for a trip to the nearest village.
They traveled into the village of Vintiver carrying the elf, and meet the local Inn owner, Kesla Mullin whom after some questioning invites the party into the inn and sent one of her children to summon Sister Arda from the local chantry.
The party shared the story of the farm, and then shared it again. And again… fortunately between rabble and drinks, the Sister informs the party that the elf will recover in time.
Shortly after this news, a steadily growing noise drowns out the chatter in the inn.
The party exited the Inn to investigate the commotion outside, and were greeted with a sizable mob of 30 odd villagers, lead by a burly angry bloke.
The innkeeper came out with the party to witness the mob heading towards them. The mob blamed the Dalish Elf for the deaths at the farm and want to enact ‘justice’ on her.
The mob did not want to listen to the party and it looked like tensions were building to critical mass. Boreas gave a heroic speech to the mob, which unfortunately fell on deaf ears. Eventually however, the mob saw enough reasoning to back down and disbanded. The party decided that clearly some of them were a little mad with some of the claims that were being made!
The red faced leader, turning out to be the blacksmith, spat at the party’s feet and reluctantly left. Success (?)
Everyone retired to the inn for some well earned food and drink. When the local lawman entered the tavern, spotting the outsiders he joined the party at their table.
He knew that the party were involved with all the troubles to some degree, and through a tense and testosterone fueled conversation he eventually agreed to investigate the farm himself and did not hold the party responsible for the deaths, and the commotion…yet.
She and her fellow Dalish came to the village initially for the First Day celebrations. Initially nothing was wrong, but eventually there was a drunken fight due to the elf/human tension between the two groups. Harsh words were exchanged and a Dalish elf attacked the mob leading blacksmith.
The Dalish band left, the following morning, with the elf who had been involved in the confrontation, Harralan, sent ahead to scout. However Harralan never returned. They sent out others to look for him but none of them came back either, as well as the rescue parties following them. Just before the remnants of the caravan could turn back their camp was attacked by a load of monsters lead by an abomination calling itself Elgar’len, or the child of vengeance in the common tongue.
Eshara managed to escape her captors and fled taking refuge at the farm, where she hid with her wounds. She hid as the monsters ravaged the farm.
Eshara begged the party to go and search for her kin.
The party, ever keen to deviate from the main story arc, accepted the quest and were given directions to the original Dalish campsite to start their search.
The party returned to the inn and rested up for their long journey the following day.