Loose threads: what are blink dog gallbladders used for? What on earth can we use a cat-strocity's corpse for? What kind of merchant posts hunts for sentient creatures?
Participants: Sylla, Echo-3, Tiriak Truepatch, Fedha, Minitel-Rose Ainsworth
Locations: forests near First Landing
Short summary:
Party found a posting from a local, requesting gallbladder from wolves, with a preference for Fey wolves (blinkdogs). We fought stirges and animate bushes along the way, and traded assistance to the wolves in hunting a copyright violation blurry beast, in exchange for the gallbladder of those that died, and the corpse of the blurry beast.
Full report: Minitel
Our heroes! Sylla the Sniper, Echo-3 the Spellsword, Tiriak the Priest, Fedha the Bard, and Minitel the Blind!
Off they went, seeking danger and wealth, in the form of wolves, Fey and mundane!
But danger would be quick upon them, first! On the trail of Fey wolves, mosquitos, already fat and bloated, struck out at our heroes, latching on to the brave Spellsword. Erelong, the things were slain, but not before drawing blood. And Echo-3's blood was only too eager to answer the call! Treatment and effort from all his companions seemed all that kept Echo-3 from bleeding dry.
A rest, to replenish injured body, weary soul, and expended magic. And none too soon, for the very bushes sought to waylay the party! Tentacles and tornadoes of wooden shrapnel, but in the end, they could not fare against the explosive might of Sylla's bullets nor Echo-3's staff!
Knowing their prey near, our heroes pushed on, forgoing the niceties of rest, until they found it! Tall and big and snow white and proud, an ethereal wolf, upon their path! And it spoke! Offended that heroes would think to hunt its kind, understanding the alchemical needs of those in a new world... and desperate for allies! A new foe! Our heroes brokered the roughest of deals (Minitel translating all the while): aid the wolves against their erstwhile foe, and claim the dead when done!
Onward the party pressed, lupine forerunners clearing the path, until the pack reunited, a feline monstrosity in the center.
The battle was hard, the beast implacable, but the party drew together, pushed their resources into one. Tiriak's blessings, empowering Sylla's weapon, Fedha and Minitel's music, inspiring all, Echo-3 softening the foe, and their new furry friends, pinning it in place. A clean shot, straight through the head - failed to finish it! The beast limped but lingered, threatening to destroy all that stood before it.
Until Minitel, a bit of detritus, and a solid working of magic, followed by tooth and claw, by the Alpha they had befriended! And the beast lay dead. Not without cost, for one of the wolves paid the price.
The wolf spoke in the Common tongue to the party, a feat none had expected. Condolences and gratitude exchanged, the price collected by our heroes, and farewells given, and our heroes returned home.