|Syr Edvard eyes up the giant bird... and sees only meat!|
The angry avian dive bombed us, ignoring the storm of arrows sent towards it, and letting go of the boulder it was holding, which dinged Dolly (Clare's fighter).
Then it wheeled around in the sky and disappeared from sight.
We decided to continue, cautiously, down the mountainside, but keeping a beady eye out for the fiend's return.
As we edged down the rough track, carefully steering our treasure-laden chariot, Rufus (Pete's halfling) and I discussed a cunning plan to enact if the roc attacked again.
|Boney kept himself entertained|
Screaming out the sky it came, now clutching a pair of enormous boulders.
Again, it was met with arrows, but, when it was close enough, I grabbed our feisty halfling rogue by the collar, swung him round and launched him through the air... onto the back of the roc!
The confused creature let go of its cargo, hitting Ragar (Kevin's dwarf cleric) with one of the rocks, and then landed in front of us, blocking the mountain path
I charged it with my magical Blood Spear, while Rufus stabbed it furiously in the back, and most of the others continued to either fire missiles at the roc or zap it with magic: K'ao (Erica's elf ranger) tried to batter it with a wall of mystical wind, while Ragar hit it with "sacred flame".
Even Norman (K'ao's badger) and Fenrys (the dire wolf companion of Meredith's character, Imogen) got bites in on the foul feathered fiend.
The mighty bird snatched up Dolly in its talons, but after Rufus delivered a decisive thrust with his magical rapier, I ran the beast through with my spear and it fell dead.
Once Ragar had used his divine powers to heal anyone who needed it, K'ao carved us off a selection of choice cuts of prime roc meat for the journey, and Dolly took a giant feather as a souvenir.
Just as we were thinking of making camp, a fine carriage - drawn by two nightmarish horses - pulled up in front of us.
We recognised the carriage as belonging to Strahd... and its coachman, dressed in funereal Gothic frippery, as Gundren Rockseeker, Ragar's errant cousin.
Ragar pulled out the soul crystal he had been carefully guarding for weeks as he and Dolly charged towards his kin.
Streams of twinkling light erupted from the shattered orb, flowing into the mouth of Gundren, who started to twitch and spasm violently... it was then Dolly noticed he was clutching a roll of parchment (which was getting increasingly screwed up as the dwarf convulsed).
She pried it from his fingers and handed it to Syr Edvard, one of the only literate members of the group.
Imogen and Rufus quickly checked through the windows of the carriage before the supernatural horses pulled it away - the creatures weren't too pleased with our attempts to unharness them from the stately carriage.
As Gundren calmed, and started to warm up, I unrolled the parchment and read it aloud.
It was an invitation to dinner at Castle Ravenloft with the realm's vampire lord Strahd von Zarovich himself, in four days time. Formal attire was expected!
So, this was it. Our adventures had taken another very surreal turn.
That gave us four days to return the elf stone to Baba Lysaga, get the Wizard of Wine's magical gem back from her and return it to him, then pop up to the Abbey in Krezk with the elven wedding dress for the 'patchwork bride' and see if the Abbot could do anything to restore 'Boney' (our confused skeleton companion) back to rude health.
I know this "out of the blue" invitation from Strahd makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, but very little in Ravenloft does.
You learn to just keep going through the "fun house" for shits and giggles.
|Getting Festive: The Tuesday Knights' last virtual meet-up of the year|
To Be Concluded...
The Tuesday Knights:
- DUNGEON MASTER - Simon
- Imogen - Meredith
- K'ao - Erica
- Dolly Spartan - Clare
- Ragar The Wise & Humble - Kevin
- Rufus Longhole - Pete
- Syr Edvard The Bloody of House Dobbin - Me