So after a month of being an mine owner,, it was time to take a load of ore to Blackmire for sale. Weylyn, Khalid and I set out with two wagons and 8 of our men-at-arms. About halfway to town near the river we crested over a rise and the horses started going crazy, kicking and whinnying. Sure enough a pack of crocodiles smelled horse flesh and attacked!
As expected, Weylyn was able to charm one of the beastly reptiles and it sauntered away. Khalid and Weylyn’s wolf engaged one croc, while I took on two of the beasts. I nimbly dodged a tail slap but was wounded by a gaping maw that caught my leg.
One croc got near a horse and was able to injure a horse before a guardsman could get the wagon away. Between the guardsman who had formed a line, my sword, and the wolf’s jaw, we were able to kill that croc and let the horse escape. I teamed up with Khalid and killed another croc and there was only one left. It quickly fled and we continued to town.
In town we sold our ore and hired some more guards. I had missed the company of women for the last month, so made sure I visited the best brothel in town. The next morning we headed out with our new guards in tow. Halfway back to the mine Weylyn discovered the tracks of three groups of goblins ranging in size from 30 – 50 in number. We decided to head back to the mine and drop off our goods and greenhorns. The tracks veered off of our path to the north and passed by our mine by several kilometers away. We dumped the supplies and then headed out to follow the tracks.
The goblin party was heading toward the fortifications being built to the north by hobgoblins. Weylyn promptly turned into an eagle and soared off to reconnoiter the area. They appeared to be building some type of old stone wall, and smaller wooden ramparts were beint build by ogres and hobgoblins. The goblins were building trenches. There were about 80 goblins, 60 hobgoblins, and three ogres. They also had several ballistas and catapults.
Heading back to the mine, we heard noises. I sneaked to the top of the ridge and saw three lizardmen walking the opposite direction. I argued for allowing them to pass unmolested, but apparently forest gnomes have an ancient hatred for all reptilian folk, so Weylyn insisted we kill them. I didn’t want to see the little fellow hurt so I agreed to help. Having said that, apparently forest gnomes don’t like to fight lizardmen “as” forest gnomes so he turned into cheetah. As we closed, we noticed they clearly had recently been in combat. The lizardmen were brave and strong but were easily killed.
Following the lizardmen’s trail, we came across a bizarre sight. A troll was being attacked by a dire wolf and a wolf pack! It would have been interesting to see who was winning, but we decided to skirt around the battle.
It seems our Mirthful Meadows have turned into a dangerous place …