![]() They have a long day ahead of them, and they all still remember what happened the last time their Dragonborn got drunk: she tried to light a fire in the Green Apple’s hearth with her acid breath. Nyser… Nysir… Ni-Sare-ri…. Jorr offers tea and mead, but the companions are quick to turn down the mead. You see wolf furs and deer horns, but also more exotic and dangerous prey, like the Worg pelt laying close to the fire, and the goblin skull set upon the mantle, the small hole in the crown telling the tale of how it was brought down. Trophies line the walls and floors in the form of skulls and furs. The three companions make their way across the open green and enter the cabin, finding themselves in spacious rooms packed with paraphenelia. I tell ya, the dogs don’t like company on their porch, thouh, nyeh heh heh!” “Well, hurry on up then,” Jorr calls out from the window where he stares with eyes a little too wide at the companions. “Unless you want to sleep on the porch tonight, you’d best come in and tell me your tale. The hounds are wary of Tyrion at first (he smells strange ever since he turned to Warlock) but ultimately Nisyries is able to convince Jorr that they mean well. ![]() Jorr’s “shack” turns out to be a rustically attractive cabin, guarded by his three dogs. The group decides it is worth a shot, and they make for where Xaviee believes the old man’s shack is. ![]() I never knew him, elsewise I’d give us more direction in this.” By all tales he is also quite crazy, a villager who fled into the woods around the time of the fall of Vraath Keep. The evening is close at hand, and Xaviee suggests they seek out Old Man Jorr. “By all tales, he hates goblins,” Xaviee says. “If we can convince him to aid us, he could be a huge help. If they capture one of them, maybe they can beat the truth out of him. A smart tactic? Or is the dagger at Soranna’s hip significant for something else? The players leave town uneasy, but decide they will keep an eye out for more bandits. Soranna calmly explains she will look into it and asks the players not to speak to the townsfolk about this, as it may alert the Lady Dagger that the towns guard is onto her. They do tell her about the mysterious Lady Dagger. The players are forced to admit they don’t quite know enough yet and determine to head back into the woods that night to start scouting again. What forces exactly are at the keep? When is the Day of Ruin? What is their plan?” “How many?” she asks. “Three is many to a goblin. They knock the goblin back out and bundle him and the grieviously wounded bandit back to the town of Drellin’s Ferry, thinking they’ve done their job and found out what they needed to. The goblin takes a little convincing to speak, but once told he will have the chance to fight for his life in the open air (he totally plans on running away), he agrees to speak, telling them that a vast horde of “many and more” is forming to the North, that the Day of Ruin is coming for humanity, and that he is part of a contingent using Vraath Keep as a stronghold. “Before we go, I can hear our goblin friend’s breathing changing,” Traki says. “He is waking up. She might not like that we are saving her do not tresspass sign,” Tyrion says. “Well let’s hope we don’t run into any crazed killer fey on our way back to town. I cannot say, not without knowing more about her.” Perhaps this is some fey lady, seeking revenge for wrongs done during the war. “There used to be fey in these woods,” Xaviee says. “That was what lord Amery ordered commander Tywin to do, to go to war with them. “What does that mean, about her husband,” Traki asks. “Xaviee, you know these parts. His wound gapes near her face, only partially closed by their magic. “We need to close this wound and then get him back to town, fast.” She looks at his legs, torn asunder by the fangs of the worgs. “Even then, he may not make it.” ![]() “Still alive,” Nysiries says, pressing her scaly face to his chest to listen to his heart. She said she would ruin me the way the children of men had ruined her.” “She said the men took her husband,” the man gasps. “So now these lands belonged to her as consequence. The gemstones in his eyes they had tried to remove, but they seemed stuck there, perhaps glued to the sockets by the mass of dried blood behind them. The man lay in front of them, wheezing and gasping for air. Tools I reference a lot: The 3.5 Red Handbook of Doom, The beastiary Revenge of the Horde, secondary beastiary Tome of Beasts. Wytchwood sea serpent questions how to#This is the ongoing adventure in the 5e conversion of classic 3.5 adventure The Red Hand of Doom! Not only does this detail the adventures of my three players but it also give detailed suggestions on how to run a 5e conversion of this campaign. ![]() Part 39 Alignment May Vary: Jorr’s Cabin and the Hydra on the Causeway ![]()
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