Set to parchment this 18th day of the Month of Sorrows, in 1332 the year of the Standard….
This team shows promise.
Team 37 backtracks the wounded goblin, and to everyone’s surprise, they find him sleeping at the small encampment they had discovered earlier, from following the back trail of the ambush party. Were they made of common stuff, they’d have slit the thing’s throat and be on their way. But no, your newest employees have the foresight to overcome the frustration of communication barriers (presently not being able to speak the foul thing’s tongue). They instead choose to cart the little menace into town, to see if Alynian may have some agent within who could converse, or more directly, interrogate the thing.
Indeed, the stalwart Captain has such a contact, hight Astrin the half-orc inn-mistress of whom the team has met, the occasion of the day they first entered Stahl. An interrogation takes place within the confines of Alynian’s small, odd jail cell, which lies within the confines of his sturdy stone home. It is as if the cell had once been a pantry, now converted for its current purpose. One must ponder the nature of such a person who would live in such close proximity with his captives.
The resulting interrogation reveals several useful tidbits, and a slew of uselessness (the goblin is of small rank, and knows quite little). The prisoner confirms that an agent from Stahl is complicit with whoever is behind these attacks. As to the identity or the conversations, the dim-witted witness can neither describe the traitor, nor understood the language by which he and the prisoner’s leader conversed. It seems that there is indeed an organized force gathering, in some ‘stronghold’ to which the prisoner had not seen, located somewhere south of Laedersburg. The goblin mentions an orcish hall, where his ancestors once resided. This hall, he says, was destroyed years ago by Laeder and his band using foul magic, that they summoned a demon from the stones themselves, or so their orcish tales say.
The only other bit of information gleaned, and this may prove an important bit, is that both this goblin, and Astrid herself, feel some sort of ‘pull’ from the south. This tidbit is only discovered because of the judicious use of the translation spell which Iz’Alma uses during the interrogation. Astrin brings up the subject, apparently asking the goblin if he feels a tug or pull from the south. The thing seemes to agree. Accolades to the oracle for monitoring the interrogation. This poses some interesting questions as to what may be drawing ‘their kind’ southward, and if it might be of magical nature, such as an artifact. One recalls several tales of lost magics that might well have the power to gather the fell forces of goblinkind to bend to its will. If I recall any particulars, I shall not hesitate to report on the matter.
The team at last leaves the town and returns to where they secluded their waygon, only to discover it has been discovered, ransacked, and ruined beyond use. Again, they split forces… Kypris leading a search for sign of the back-trail of the orcs and ogres who destroyed the caravan, while Iz’Alma produces her little deck of cards and performs another of her readings. I must admit her talent with such mundane trickery as the tarot is uncanny. Her opinion, by way of the reading, is that what was once taken from the orcish brutes years ago by Laeder and his band is now in the planing of being regained, and that there is anxiety building in Laedersburg over the loss of what was once orcish territory, taken back by the orcs. Furthermore, the orcs are well organized, passionate, and the leader is treating their venture with a businesslike approach (this chronicler finds this interpretation hard to fathom, due to the obvious inferior intellect of the orcish races. However, if their leadership is indeed human, as is suspected, this second point in the reading might well prove accurate). Finally, the oracle declares, eyeing the ‘Justice’ card, that this whole effort is indeed motivated by revenge and retribution, that the orcs wish to take back what was once theirs and unjustly deprived them.
Following the trail of orcs who partook in the demolition of the waygon, southward along the road to Laedersburg, the team narrowly avoids ambush by a party of orcs (likely the very same they follow), obviously laying in wait for them. It is a brief and bloody affair, with three articles of note worth reporting. Firstly, Dorak proves himself foolishly heroic, and leaps in front of a severely wounded Cian, absorbing a blow from an enraged barbarian orc, a blow that would have taken a gift from Cian, to be sure. This bitori is certainly his father’s son. Secondly, the gigantic brute of an orc did have in his possession, a magical javelin, and Falko believes it to be one of the six famed javelins used by Kiaven the Hunter. Finally, upon interrogation of a captured orc, thank goodness this one speaks the common tongue (and when I say it spspaks common, I use the term very loosely), the team extracts the location of a nearby lair. This post is, if the orc speaks true, located in a ravine, behind some sort of door, in a cave complex within solid stone.
It is to this outpost that our team next journeys. This lair is in close proximity to where the Skylark’s Wing and her companions have been waylaid, and it is hopeful that even if the missing artifact statue is not held within, clues to its location might be discovered.
Ever your servant,
Master Ervain of Littlehollow
Chronicler Third Class