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ADVENTURERS


The first session of the campaign was a bit of a slow start, players getting used to each other’s voices and mannerisms and characters stepping gingerly into the keep. Everyone seemed to be broke, so Timur promised a 15gp fee to a guide from whatever spoils they might come across, they set off for a valley from which an increasing number of raiders on nearby communities were allegedly emerging, if the keep bailiff were to be believed. That seemed as good a source as any to earn the 30gp bounty on “hairy left hands”.

The guide led them through the Darkwoods without interruption to their destination and, having selected a ground-level cave entrance, the party slunk in warily. Then backed out again at the stench and sight of a great hairy lump. After trapping the entrance, they snuck back in. At the lack of obvious signs of life, Utlaf gingerly prodded the form and found it to be a bearskin flung over a great pile of leaves, the squashed centre suggesting it to be some kind of bed.

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The party spied a draped cloth hung clumsily over a possible gap in the cave wall on the far side of the cave, but took far greater interest in the appearance around the corner of the cave’s usual inhabitant: a great walking mass of obesity, a 10′ biped composed of flesh and body odour. The adventurers froze and the creature stared at them, uncomprehending of them when they tried their assorted known languages. Then it belched and gestured vaguely towards the cave entrance dismissively. They quickly departed.

They returned to the keep no richer, but fortunately Utlaf pulled out a hitherto unmentioned money pouch to pay the guide. They’d be praying for a more lucrative haul next time round.