[Present: Ellie, Talon, Rowan, Sir Dresden, Bela. Joe was our Gm, due to illness from Andrew.]
Some people will believe anything. Worse yet, some people know this and abuse that faith. And then there’s the bastards that use the Art to force others to do their wiles. Damn if I won’t go for their juggular. Next time, though, I may need to make sure the backup’s in place before jumping into the frying pan.
Anyway, better start at the beginning.
The lot of usual suspects (i.e., the Menagerie), minus Mighty Mok who was indisposed with the Guild, got called over to the Lord Chancellor’s office, where Lord Arvin Kothonos handed us a job seconded with the local Tempites. Seems a scouting party had come upon the plans to a magical catapult that could do some serious harm to the city walls, and we’d have only a few days to stop it from reaching operational parameters. Off we go, tromping to the Temple District, where the Tempites had their headquarters this time around. No, I don’t get it, either, how they keep moving it around.
On our way to the Tempite HQ we ran into a rabble rouser, trying to convince the local population that the war was still going on, solely because the Tempites weren’t suicidal enough to fight without the rest of us by their sides. Couldn’t make it up, but a fair few of the poor schmucks actually lapped it up, as a cat to cream. Aren’t they supposed to actually understand sensible tactics as a mandate of their God? We take a look at some leaflefts, argue a bit with the people, and get the crowd dispersed. That seemed too easy, and it was.
Next station, the Temple. We get our briefing at will be leaving in the early morning. We will stay with the company there, and some of that nonsense in the market square has spilled over among the various acolytes. Not a whole we can do, since we’re guests. We retire for the night.
In the morn, we set off for the estimated location of that contraption. It’s going to take a few days’ travel to get there, so we make good speed on our horses. A few hours outside of Raven’s Bluff, we run into the Prelate Julio of the Tempite HQ with a full crew of brand new acolytes. Blistering idiots had set out overnight to seek glory and redemption. They are with Tempus now, presumably, but I think he’ll have some words to say to them about abandoning your post during a war. Still, Stirges are a nasty way to go, even if it didn’t take us all that long to get rid of them.
We work our way around some random battle we didn’t need to get entangled in and make camp before the final push to the catapult’s location. Rockcrusher (Rowan’s tame megafauna) woke the lot of us up at night because there was a strange noise at night. Good thing, too, since we had someone launching Greek Fire on our location, by the barrel. That wasn’t a lot of fun, even if I saves on waxing, I figure.
Anyway, I’m the first out of the fire, and run smack into a group of invisible or hidden thugs, who try and do to me what I tend to prefer to do to them, first. Fair’s fair, they gave it the old college try, but they were’t all that good. They have this well planned, though, and a small squad of mages start to take pot shots us, pinning us down as we deal with the swarming vermin. This is where things get ugly, since we notice an actual priest of Cyric in the background, trying to zap us into unlife with the black arts. Fuck that, and I tell him so. That was, in hindsight, perhaps not my smartest quip, and a chaos knight comes over to knock me straight into the turf, teethering on the edge of consciousness. I manage to get off an Invisibility spell, thanks be to Mystra, but the bastard takes a wild stab at where he thinks I am and smacks me straight into darkness.
Well, it’s good to have friends, tried and true, and Ellie by this point is laying down the glorious heals as she is wont to. Gods, I love her dedication to the Arts. Her ways aren’t mine, but I owe her my life and I don’t forget stuff like that. I come to, still shrouded by my spell, and take a moment to patch myself up a bit before laying into the black knight with the Fires at Midnight. Get a good hit in, but the bulk of the fight’s being handled by then by Rowan, Sir Dresden and Talon Frostbreath (our newest recruit, and a pretty damn impressive draconic sorceror). it wasn’t a fight I shone in, but there’s days you just need to accept that the team is what matters, and I am grateful for mine. We mop up, and prepare to prioceed with the actual job at hand.
This is where I get my once-a-day smart idea, and I check around for stray magic. Damn if the pamphlets we found in the city weren’t enchanted. Bloody Church of Cyric was undermining us from the inside, and they got close to getting the job done, too. Still cost us Prelate Julio and some recruits, but it could have been so much worse. Also explains how they managed to find our camp and land the sticky stuff right on our noggins.
Well, all’s well that ends well. We stopped the worst of it and the Bluff is safe for another week or so. Hell if I won’t play Catch! with the next Cyrikite, though.