Ah crap. Crap, crap, and double crap.
My Dad had to go be all noble and give me that ‘This is my home son, this is our home, we’re going to be all right, you get your sisters to safety’ crap. He’s going to get himself killed, he’s going to get mom killed. Stalwart…well Stalwart will live just too piss me off.
I’m not surprised, but I thought maybe if I ran fast enough, if I just kept them moving, then they wouldn’t have enough time to remember what stubborn, pigheaded people they are. But I wasn’t fast enough.
Now I have no choice but to go off to Seaquen and make sure they help save Gate Pass.
I thought once we got outside the city gates the madness might stop, but oohhhhh noooo. The insanity just keeps rolling on. We were ambushed… No wait let me back up. Shey apparently think’s horses are indoor pets, Orvas Hurt has no idea how to care for a horse, and Vola was distressingly quiet the whole time. We rested in an old tower just outside of town and after convincing Shey that the horses stay outside we managed to actually get some sleep. Orvas Hurt keeps making eyes at my sisters, and for a brief moment I considered warning him off, but no, it’s his funeral, he can dig his own grave.
After we managed a few hours of sleep, we hit the trail again only to get ambushed by the same gang that attacked us in the Inn the night before. One of them died, I fell off my horse along with their leader who proceeded to run off screaming in terror. Apparently he’s never been taken for a tumble by a real man before. Shey proved that despite everything else he is a real wizard by putting one of our assailants to sleep right in the middle of the battle. Orvas Hurt may have killed someone, and Torrent waved her big axe around. And Vola, she just stood there and drove daggers of hatred into our assailants with nothing but her orcish will.
Then it was over, just like that, done. Kathor Danava (supposed son of General Danava who is presently assaulting Gate Pass’s walls) (voyeur of the assault propagated against us at the Poison Apple Pub) shows up and takes the mantle of leadership of the Black Horse Bounty Hunters and calls off the attack on us, mostly by leaving.
And speaking of crazy, there is Crystin, we met her at the end of the Pass on the edge of the Fire Forest of Innenotdir swaying on the road asking for help and espousing badly rhymed prophecy. Orvas Hurt immediately consulted his privates and we of course agreed to help thereby meeting her lovely father Haddin who with any luck the forest will kill before one of us had to. After a pleasant conversation we managed to convince the old bastard that he should leave for his daughters sake (I admit, I may have done this because I failed to convince my own father to leave). While we were mounting up a squad of Ragasian’s rode out of the pass lead by some kind of bear clawed witch doctor that I can only imagine is one of their inquisitor’s. Haddin wove a spell and sent it roiling at the troupe, but ‘Bear Claw’ tore it out of the air like it was paper.
So we ran.
Into the wood.
That is on fire.