It was not without trial that we managed to deliver our feline friends toward the path of their pilgrimage...
It started with Balthazar rattling us awake in the middle of the night. His vigilance could very well have saved our lives. We rallied to meet the unknown enemy; barely had enough time to dress before the battle lines crashed.
The Druid held the main line with his wolves (he himself among them) as I provided "support"
- still in my skivvies -- among them.
Both the Fighter and the Paladin made swift work on the left flank. And the Rakasta Miku held the right until we could subdued the hoarde. Quick work, all things considered.
Upon arrival at the Rakastan outpost, we were quickly informed of two guard towers held by a rather skittish group of humans wielding a powerful relic, that saw one of their scouts dead -- seared flesh hinted at a Radiant magic.
Naturally, we sent the Bard.
Balthazar was kind enough to volunteer as muscle. Though all things considered, had things gone south they stood little chance for rescue. We watched the parley from a distance,
as our new monk companion soiled himself in plain sight. Entertaining, if a bit nauseating.
As fortune would have it, the Bard and Fighter were successful enough to grant all humans passage. Though the trauma of past regressions has left the tower guards suspicious of beast-like bipeds such as the Rakasta.
We were also informed of the existence of Dog-like creatures and others of the like, beyond the towers. Hm...
Some sort of magic conjured by the Druid allowed some dozen Rakastans from the camp to slink by the towers under cover of night whilst the rest of us walked by in plain sight.
Admittedly, seeing the corpses of would-be besiegers has left me grateful that we chose the path of diplomacy and deceit.
What manner of beasts await beyond the river and the towers? Are we fit to the task? And is this temple truly worth finding? And how, pray tell are we to make it back to Tanaroa?
Of one thing I am certain.
No stench in the valley can mask our very own Dirkbrüe's putrid aroma.
-Cyd
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