Participants The Ashen Hawk, Jirel Flyr, Tamiel Hymnspeaker, Aeonrei Aeminus, Gharok
Locations Unexplored Continent
Short summary:
Dragon hunt!
Full Report
The Ashen Hawk, reporting in.
Jirel Flyr assembled a crack team of dragon hunters to go to the big mountain on the continent and… hunt some dragons. She recruited accomplished dragon hunters Gharok and myself to the team, and Tamiel Hymnspeaker and Aeonrei Aeminus were brought along on their first missions in the New World.
The team went to Roanokae Camp to chat with the locals. Gharok and I chatted with Oukra while Tamiel, Aeonre, and Jirel interrogated some rando off the street. The two half-orcs found that there was an abandoned village on the north side of the mountain; the others found out about… something else.
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Aonre's note: To injerject, I was assisting Tamiel in translation while speaking with the other locals. A common theme we would learn is how rumors stretch truths and fabrications into wild fantasy. All we learned of was a 'winged shadow', an orc forgermaster whose seen their wrath. Ashen Hawk, if I recall, chopped onions and made stew.
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We followed my lead first. Jirel went ahead thanks to her great scouting ability while the rest of us trudged along. If she feels so inclined, she can append this report with her scouting journey. The rest of us encountered a hitherto unnamed village of gnolls under hostile Olog's Pact, a.k.a. The Horde occupancy. Essentially, per the rules of war, they have legal occupation of this village. But they killed two gnolls that fled the town to help protect the secrets of their supply lines from the Republic of Jagriarius. Were I stronger, were I more capable, I would liberate the gnolls. But that’s not what we came here for. I will personally return to see this through. Notably, they didn’t seem to respond to my invoking Warlord Zo's name of Lostvault.
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Aonre's note: I think they respected Zo's name. They didnt respect dealing with competition however - the resources of that village belonged to who so ever clan of what wart. They viewed the locals as a labor source to farm and harvest the crop; Orcs arent farmers after all. Out of some nationalistic zeal they believe the gnolls of the village should be proud to be peasants - indeed a 'few' were slain for fleeing eastward. We we're similarly warned not to head east. We suspect and discussed this as being some tactic in warfare. There may be some developments in the war to come in the future.
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We pass through Heavyrise, where we find that the abandoned village was so dispopulated during a blizzard. Monsters within the blizzard killed the population. Naturally, Jirel anticipated it would be a white dragon.
Through some trials and tribulations, during which Aeonre refused to put herself at any risk at all, we managed to track some ice drake tracks forward to a plateau. We fought them and killed them, all four that appeared. We patched up and followed a second set of tracks, these ones humanoid.
We find a bunny person. A humanoid snow rabbit creature. She appears to be a young girl, and she blows her horn upon seeing Aeonre cast spells. More bunnies appear- these are stronger adults. The young one is Elsie, and we don’t learn her friends’ names before a creature in the night roars and summons an avalanche to hit us. I fly Elsie to safety while the others create earthen barriers. One of the bunnies is nearly carried away, but Jirel saves him.
We go hang out with the bunnies in their little bunny warrens. Their leader is Lina. All of this is paraphrased for me as I don’t speak Draconic, but essentially, these are dragon hunters. The wonders of the New World never cease. Apparently, despite these bunnies being unable to survive an avalanche without our help, we are the ones interrupting their plans to retake this abandoned village and slay the white dragon. The entire party is nonplussed by this explanation.
So we devise a plan. The bunnies fuck off and distract the drakes, and we do what we were going to do anyway. Jirel’s snarecrafting has come in handy, and she’s set up traps all around the village. The five of us take Elsie with us in the morning to lure the dragon to the village and kill it.
The dragon shows up with a drake, and it’s a difficult fight. Tamiel, Gharok, and I heroically go toe-to-toe with a white dragon. It brings down Tamiel while Gharok and I must channel our respective orc lineages to stay up; meanwhile, while Jirel’s traps prove useful in harassing the dragon and drakes, her bow is less than helpful, and Aeonre tries her hardest to be useful. It’s a very, very close fight, but in the end, it’s Elsie, the fledgling dragon hunter, who snipes the dragon and drake kills away from the people in the party who actually contributed.
Jirel carves up her trophies. The hunt is won.