- Flyzus, Wood Elf Ranger (hunter), Outlander; sole survivor of his tribe after an orc invasion
- Varis, Drow Rogue (scout), Far traveller; exiled scion of a noble family on the losing side of a feud
I was more than happy to make a special session to my friend and his son who managed to be there again, despite the distance (300+ miles).
After a bit of survey of Flyzus’ new abilities (young Félix is fairly new to D&D after all), I had them choose a side quest among some they could hope to achieve with only the two of them.
They opted for an extraction mission given by Captain Soshen (with the backing of Ekene-Afa). They had to bring back an informant whose task had been to spy on “Prince” Jobal’s activities, that had been captured by the Bridgerunners (a gang of thugs in Malar’s Throat). Unfortunately for the Drow, who would have liked to do it at night, time was of the essence as they knew that it was quite possible that the gang would soon give over their captive to the fierce Sons of Malar.
They had basically two ways to get to the thugs’ den on the cliff side. The first was simply crossing the suspended bridge and would surely get the attention of the thugs. The second was by climbing down on the west side of the canyon to get on the precarious ledge beside the wooden shack. They choose the latter and managed to accomplish the feat without being seen. The two Elves then waited for the right time and it came when the thugs got together to eat a meal, leaving the target tied upside down nearby.
The PCs quickly seized their chance, approached the prisonner with discretion, untied him and made a diversion with a good ol’fashionned oil fire. They killed two thugs efficiently, the quickness of it meant that they had time to flee before more Bridgerunners could do anything about it. They escaped by exiting Malar’s Throat at the edge of the city.
The Old Man’s Pet
A little Arena fun was now in order to call it a night.
They had to defeat an innocuous looking old man holding a cloth covered cage. The fight was on and the old man let go of his caged pet: a cockatrice! Varris got bit once and shook off in extremis the oncoming petrification. A few sword slashes got the better of the small beast, despite its master doing his best to heal it with magic in the fight.