The meeting of the adventurers - enter all saving bear

DND session 1: Fox the Bodyguard

Met an absolute titan of a man in town called Krios today. He was carrying a great axe and a glaive like they weighed nothing! I smelt adventure…

He was travelling with a monk, a bard and a mage. As we journeyed north to the icy cliffs we were joined by Alton, a cleric with a unique perspective on the divine (although if honest he could just be indecisive…) who ended up being particularly useful (for absorbing damage). Poor sod.

Our employer was the most enthusiastic halfling I’ve ever met, and I’m wearing his coat as I write this. Smells like pipe weed and tiger droppings. His partner Belle didn’t have his charm or passion for animals but seemed to be the brains of the operation. Mission: save the kittens, stab the poachers. Perfect for a winters day.

Crossing the river was a blasted chore, damn cheap boots betrayed me again. Arse still hurts.

We trudged through the snow until we found an ice bear with its leg stuck in a fearsome trap, making an awful racket. It was so huge we couldn’t even put it to sleep with magic but between the 6 of us we freed it and Alton healed it’s wounds.

The bard and the bear had a chat and I’ll never get over hearing those guttural growls coming from human throats. I wonder what music bears listen to?

Anyway, some huge owl drops a pair of gnolls in our lap and Alton dives straight in. He moved so fast I barely turned my head before he attacked. We battled the beasts and Krios near chopped one of them in half.

The bard did that old sailors song ‘the ballad of Taylor Swift’ and I never ever ever want to hear it again. The owl felt the same, and bolted clearly terrified.

Right when I think it’s time to loot the freaks who pops out but Belle! I shouted a greeting and she pulled a bloody shortsword! Can’t trust anyone these days.

She downed poor Alton without a moments hesitation and once Stumpie the halfling gave us the signal we gave her the end she was looking for. Nothing worse than a turncoat. Good riddance.

The squad got Alton back on his feet and we made it to the cats just in time. They were MASSIVE. Got some cool goggles, got paid and got into the whiskey before the sun came up. All in all a decent job, I’ll stick with this lot for a season… I feel there’s plenty more hijinks to come.

P.s. gotta find out what those bloody bagpipes sound like, how does a bag make music?

Vaelin the Fox signing off.