As night falls over Tegel Manor the party finds itself gathering around a fire and serving up Moep's specialty Beans and Bacon. Chi begins a jaunty elvish song singing to the group from just outside the firelight on an old tree stump, arms outstretched and head tilted back to the moon. Beavis begins a serious religious discussion with Alan, Emily, Farhoud, Garrotte and Alexander around the fire. Sven steps away from the others and looks back at the ominous Manor, as Bulls Zi begins cleaning his hand axe and throwing daggers and Lars and Sally settle down on their bedrolls.
As weariness begins to overtake them and the
embers begin to die, three dark shapes drop from the sky taking everyone by
surprise! The large winged creatures attack, the first lunges at Chi and just
misses the nimble elf! The second startles Alex, Bulls Zi and Sven. The third
creature swats Emily across the face slamming her across the camp site and
knocking her senseless as six of her teeth bounce across the grass!
Sven feels the axe call out to him and
loses himself in a red rage! A fierce melee ensues with Bulls Zi hurling his
axe as well against the monster. Sven dispatches the gargoyle with a
spectacular blow to the body!
Sally dons a chain shirt while Lars and
Garrotte cover her. From the darkness around the group red eyes can be seen
reflecting the firelight. A large horde of swift moving bestial man-like
creatures swarm the campsite. The front doors of Tegel Manor swing open and a
host of skeletal men-at-arms come clattering down the steps, in their midst a large
warrior in breastplate and helm with a sword and whip wreathed in blue flame
bellows, “Bring those who would defile our Lady’s bed to their knees! They must
pay for their insolence!”
Alexander is quick to react to this new
threat and races closer towards the skeletal horde, using magic he casts force manipulation while calling out “Sezrekan,
I accept your offer!” and blocks the advancement of the undead horde. A regal woman
in a blood red gown emerges from the open doorway. She raises her hands and
attempts to dispel the magical wall but is unsuccessful. Snarling in rage she
turns and withdraws with the horde back into the manor.
In the
meantime the pack bestial ghouls have been driven off by turnings from the
cleric’s and Sven’s maniacal axe work! Garrotte came face to face with the
gargoyle that tried to claw Chi and with the shadow blade laid it low! Brother
Beavis calls forth the power of Losborst upon the third and final gargoyle. A
heaven sent bucket of wine drops down upon the creatures head and it falls flat
on its face. It struggles to rise and charges the group swinging its deadly
claws about. The gargoyle takes wing and bashes Beavis as it rises into the
night sky. Alexander uses a glowing hand of mystic force to drag the creature
back to the ground. Emily swings her axe at the held foe but it shatters upon
impact! Moep throws the bean filled cook
pot directly in the creatures face, just as Sven leap through the air and
delivers a senses shattering blow that obliterates the creature!
The group begins binding wounds and throwing
gear into the wagon. “Should have stayed in the Mead hall.” mutters Bulls Zi
while searching for his throwing axe.
“We
should go, as quickly as we can.” says Lars.
Alexander
moves towards the manor, “I must do something first.” Muttering arcane words
and repeating the dread name Sezrekan repeatedly the doors of the manor slam
shut. Then glowing chains erupt from the ground binding the doorway shut while
causing it to fade from view leaving only a blank stone wall. Farhoud rushes
forward and helps Alexander back towards the wagon.
“Look out!” cries Alan pointing into the
darkness, the gleam of eyes has returned. A second pack of snarling ghouls
rushes towards the party.
A
bellowing command of “GET THEM!” reveals the undead have returned and now flank
the party having used the Tegel ballroom to get around the magically locked
front doors. The moonlight revealing a horde some twenty to thirty strong
marching upon them from the left, ghouls charging in from the right! A hail of
arrows rains down upon the group, Emily and Garrotte are struck down by
terrible wounds inflicted by the skeletal archers.
“There’s
too many!” cries Moep diving into the wagon. Alexander leaning against the
wagon draws a scroll from his cloak and chants the dread Sorcerers name again.
Hands glowing with the fires of hell itself three blazing bolts scream forth
and incinerate a handful of the ghouls.
Sally
stands up in the back of the wagon and points towards the oncoming skeletal
force, crying Mesha’s name she summons the earth itself to bind them in place! “We
must go now!”
As the wagon begins to pull away with the
group piled in, Beavis leaps from the wagon and faces the combined forces of
evil.
“Losborst,
you have forsaken me these last few hours. I call upon you now! Grant me the
power to truly be your champion here and now!” Face to the heavens Beavis cries
out for divine aid!
Alexander
weakly reaches out to Beavis, “Don’t do it! Get back in the wagon!”
“Go Farhoud!
Make for the fishing village, he has chosen his fate!” says Lars.
“Good
luck to you Father!” cries Garrotte.
Sven
prepares to leap from the wagon to aid Beavis when a beam of light shines down
from above centered on the Cleric. A twenty
foot tall glowing Losborst appears in front of Beavis. He looks about the battlefield
and notices the wagon quickly departing downhill. “Beavis, the time has not yet
come.” with a swift kick Losborst launches Beavis into the air. Halfway
downhill the party is pursued by the snarling ghouls when Beavis lands in the
wagon! A few well placed arrows from Chi and an assortment of hurled brik-a-brak
from Moep seems to drive the ghouls off.
“That was
too easy,” grumbles Lars “like they let us go. Stay wary!”
Farhoud
slows the wagon but keeps a good pace headed towards the fishing village. Chi
peers ahead along the road while Moep and Garrotte watch to the left and right.
The Clerics also frantically work on the wounds inflicted by the undead arrows
upon Emily and Garrotte which are rotting at an advanced rate. The sorely wounded Garrotte spots a group of cloaked
figures lurking in the bush just of the roadside.
“My
friends, there!” he points as the figures burst onto the road surrounding the
wagon. The cloaked figures draw wavy bladed daggers from their belts, and cry “For
our brothers!” Their featureless faces reveal them to be stragglers from the
Pit!
“No More!”
shouts Alexander standing up in the wagon arms outstretched and fingers pointed
at the cultists! An explosion of light bursts from his fingers as a shower of
mystic bolts showers down on friend and foe alike! The hooded men are slain or
wounded and Chi kills one with a double arrow shot, as Alexander wide eyed and
a bit haggard says “That’s right! Anybody else?” then collapses in the wagon.
The party reaches the safety of the Trident, near Tegel lighthouse. A valuable lesson has been learned by all.
Do NOT spend the night at the Manor.