5th of Calistril, 4712AR
Today we set out for the lair of the mites. Mitchel tied a small pulley to our pack horse and enchanted it. This magic allowed us to lash the barrel of oil to the back of the horse without breaking the horse’s back.
Arriving at the base of the tree we could hear the mischievous fey sing and hurt each other, “Next time you’re feeling blue just let a smile begin….. Happy things will come to you… La la la-la la la.” We quickly got the barrel off the horse. I personally kicked over the barrel and the oil splashed down into the mites’ den. We could hear their confused voices coming from inside. I pulled an alchemist fire out of my pack and chucked it into the hole. The hole was burst into flames almost instantly. I rolled the now empty barrel into the hole as a few flaming mites jumped out of the hole screaming. Aramis relished the chance to put the flaming little blue creatures out of their misery. We had and early brunch by the flames of the sycamore tree and we left shortly before the tree collapsed.
Snow began to fall and we began to make our way towards the Stag Lords Keep. We started heading towards in that direction but Geronimo kept wanting us to go a different course.
Finally Schmidtaki asked the leopard, “What is it Lassy? Is Timmy trapped in a well?”
Geronimo croaked out a, “nOoo.”
Schmidtaki, “Hmm, no Timmy but you want us to go that way huh?”
Schmidtaki, “Well than what is it a tatzlwyrm?”
Schmidtaki, “Reeeally. Hey guys who’s up for a quick hunt?”
After several minutes of going back and forth between all of us, Schmidtaki convinced us that it would be a good idea to postpone attacking the Stag Lords for to go on a tatzlwyrm hunt. This flew in the face of ligic and several other good arguments, but in the end Schmidtaki’s persistence won the day.
Geronimo had trouble tracking the tatzlwyrm because of the falling snow and the fact that the tracks seemed to disappear several times. It was a miricle that he was able to track it at all. We came upon three different separate kills. At each site Mitchel was unable to tell where the wyrm started it ambush. Each site was bloodstained and the ground marked by deep tracks made by some sort of giant snake. Mitchel was able to tell us that the tatzlwyrm was especially large. Despite losing the trail several times we were able to keep up with the beast because all of the tracks were heading due West.
Eventually we came upon a natural ford in the river. The ford was half frozen and a natural island formed from debris was in its center. We approached quietly and could spot steamy fog coming from an opening in the debris. Tying up our horses we crept across the icy ford to surround the opening. Aramis and Schmidtaki began making there way into the den as the rest of us perched above the opening.
The moment they entered the tatzlwyrm den the air was filled with terrible trashing and the roar of the dragon. Moments later a stream of hissing black acid poured out of the den. It was difficult to tell how things were going inside the cave until our allies called out for Chet’s healing. The little dwarf jumped down onto the ice in front of the opening, slipped, and stumbled briefly. Standing in the opening he plunged his hands into the den to heal our friends.
We jockeyed to file into the den when we heard another roar. This time it came from the sky. It was another tatzlwyrm. The black silhouette of the winged serpentine dragon emerged from the snowy sky. It swooped down to attack as it flew by again and again. It then carefully positioned itself to unleash an stream of black acid. At this moment Chet held out his holy symbol and let out a furious prayer, it’s refrain stunned the mighty wyrm. Writhing in agony it plummeted to the ground. Thanks to Chet’s timely prayer we were able to take the dragon down quickly.
After a moment Aramis and Schmidtaki emerged from the den pulling out a second tatzlwyrm corpse. Both of these wyrms were of a rare and unusual bread. Their scales were jet black instead of the usual emerald. They were also both winged. After a short inspection by Mitchel we determined that they were a mated pair. Remembering the bounty that Oleg placed on interesting tatzlwyrms heads we beheaded the snakes and packed up the skulls.
Though difficult to spot in the powerful, churning currents, we spotted the skeletal remains of a long-dead explorer wedged in the debris. The unfortunate human was still wearing an exceptional suit of scale mail and its one remaining bony hand is a masterwork cold iron longsword. Both armor and sword were made in tiger motif. Below the skeleton within a rotting leather backpack we found coins, a pewter drinking stein, and a jade carving of a nude female monk and a map in a watertight case. The map showed us several locations that we had already been like the temple of the elk but it also showed another location marked statue of the elk.
Mitchel was very interested in the pewter stein but not nearly as interested as he was in the soiled back pack that all the loot was in. He spent several minutes examining and relishing the not so fine craftsmanship of the half rotten and very average back pack. Schmidtaki took the nude elf statue saying that he would have to investigate it further for clues to the history of the stolen lands. Somehow I doubt this.
We after thoroughly searching the ford for any treasure we decided that we should find a way to make camp for the night. Both I and Mitchel believed we could make it to the Thorn River camp before sun down and we convinced the rest to go there. We arrived at the camp just as the sun set.
The had clearly been disturbed since last we had been here. The camp was covered in the tracks of at least a dozen boot prints. There were also prints from two or three horses. Lastly the corpses that we had piled onto the fire place were now missing. They appear to have been dragged off. We all took a easy guess at where the drag trail would end up. This night we took extra care in camping.