- Markshire PCs:
A few days ago, me, Jon, Gunny, and that funny lookinâ€™ little fella, Celadur Mayâ€™fly, went off on another trek through Thrymâ€™s pass.
We put down a load oâ€™ stone giants and even a few frost giants but we ainâ€™t seen even one minon! Can you imagine that? Not one oâ€™ those nasty, evil things!
We pushed on, eventually makinâ€™ our way to Balâ€™ynaz, the dwarf city. For those oâ€™ you what might be interested, Balâ€™ynaz is pronounced, â€œBale-ye-naz.â€ For the life oâ€™ me, I cantâ€™ understand why the hel they donâ€™t change the spellinâ€™ in that word and writ it down the same way they pronounces it!
Anyways, on we went, eventually crossing Thrymâ€™s desert and windinâ€™ up in Arik where Jon and Cecil had a chance to show off their newly learned fightinâ€™ skills!
Well let me tell ya, those two battled mind flayers, and slavers with a fierceness I ainâ€™t seen in a man in quite awhile! Geez, they really impressed me, you know? We even managed to slay â€˜bout seven Dragons! Well . . . mayhap two Dragons.
Gunny fought hard also, but she ran into an aloonie in one oâ€™ the houses we raided and the damn thing done her in! I always carries a bunch oâ€™ â€œRaise Deadâ€ scrolls, and I managed to snatch the poor thing back quick from Garm before the heat oâ€™ that awful place singed her too badly.
The boys got a good chance at lootinâ€™; collectinâ€™ all sorts oâ€™ nice things, axes, rings, cloaks and stuff. They was both itchinâ€™ to get back to Market Square in Stonemark soâ€™s they could sell the lot oâ€™ it and we made our way out oâ€™ the lost city and back across the desert, without much trouble.
But . . . it kept botherinâ€™ me â€˜bout not seeinâ€™ any minions in the pass, you know? I mean, when I go trekkingâ€™ through Thrymâ€™s pass, I always sees a minion or two. Always! Sometimes a whole bunch oâ€™ â€˜em!
Where the hel did they go? What the hel was they doinâ€™? Was they planninâ€™ somethinâ€™? Was the Titan gatherinâ€™ his forces? Was he preparinâ€™ to bring down another city, murderinâ€™ everyone, slaughterinâ€™ women and children, and burninâ€™ it to the ground, like he done with Gastlynk? Oh geez!
Well, last night I decided Iâ€™d do a little checkinâ€™ â€˜round. I figured Thrymâ€™s Desert, might be a good place for the Titan and his minions to congregate and off I went, hopinâ€™ Iâ€™d be able to track â€˜em down and then report my findings to Captain Hiller or Ederyn. Mayhap theyâ€™d decide to send out a patrol, and disrupt whatever malarkey those wicked monsters might be up to.
I ainâ€™t got too far into the desert when I heard a commotion to the north oâ€™ me, in the direction oâ€™ the Frost Giantâ€™s Castle. Tâ€™was only a short distance from where I was standinâ€™ and I began runninâ€™ hard in that direction. When I arrived at the little bridge what leads into the courtyard in front oâ€™ their castle, there was dead giants strewn about all over the place! Some oâ€™ them still twitchinâ€™ with a bit oâ€™ life left in â€˜em!
I heard a frost giant inside the castle bellowinâ€™ at the top oâ€™ his lungs in anger! I heard human voices too. And, oh geez, they was screaminâ€™ in pain! I dug â€˜round in my pack fer some potions to fortify myself, downed â€˜em quick, drew my falchion and made for the entrance to the castle . . .