The next morning, we spy a paladin of Bahamut leading a group toward the abbey, and Talias recognizes a gnome who is among the newcomers. We cautiously greet them, and after introductions—Sir Oakley is the guy in shiny armor, Arthas is a big human with a big axe, Shiru is the gnome, and Morgan is a spooky magician human—and some misgivings, we decide to work together.
The first job is to get into the abbey, and since subtlety and stealth are in short supply, that means going through the gatehouse. There are a couple of orc archers on the battlements, a few more orcs and an ogre inside. Sir Oakley charges right in, and I follow behind him. A few quick flicks with my throwing knife, and the ogre is down. Unfortunately he thrashes around enough to lower the portcullis, and only Oakley and Talias are inside. But they don’t call me the Scourge of the White River for nothing; I take my knife in my teeth and scramble up the wall ! The orc up top wasn’t expecting a boarding party, and when he jumps up in surprise, one of our archers puts a shaft through him. There’s no line for me to swing down, so I run down the stairs. By the time I get there, Oakley has gotten the portcullis up and a couple more of our lads are amongst the orcs. Arthas wades right in, but is hit by a couple of spells and arrows from our side. I am in time to skewer an orc, not even a challenge, That gnome spots some gold, though, so the fight was worthwhile.
I’m expecting a heart-to-heart discussion between Arthas (“Don’t shoot me, I’m on your side”) and Kanna and Morgan (“You stand in the middle of my targets, accidents will happen”), but Arthas just growls “Amateurs” and grumbles a little.
Just past the gatehouse is the desmesne of a manor house, and when I peek through the gateway, there are those bunglers from the beholder tower that Kanna wanted trescue. This time, though, the fox girl merely joins me in watching them fight the ettin guarding the house. I contemplate getting out my sling for the giant, but we decide to follow the path north instead. The idea is to sneak past the orc village, but humans are clumsy oafs, humans in plate armor even moreso, and somehow Rroth, the dragonborn monk, manages to be even clumsier and louder than the humans. I don’t know why I bother to sneak in when I might as well have a brass band in tow. The orcs start popping out of their tents, weapons in hand.
Session: 155xp/each. Total 330gp, one gem 500gp, two rings 250gp each.