
Session 33 (1N): More Rats! Played on the 20th of November in the year 2019! Present: Mamm Bealdaartsdotter; Rjurik Fighter, lvl 4 (Seraphina Leaf) Portia Folkor; Anuirean Fighter, lvl 4 (Lena C) Teresa Eirwen; Anuirean Ranger, lvl 4 (Serephen) Nimogene 'Nim' Thistlewit; Sidhewair Rogue, lvl 3 (Summer) Zolis Ulmokina; Khinasi Fighter, lvl 3 (Lordgenome) Galena Aban â thu; Dwerren Rogue, lvl 2 (Zilarrezko) Members of the cohort, I included, went to Hollin ǥ holmen to try and deal with the Ratmen plaguing the city. On arrival, I spoke to the guards - being the only one of our party who spoke Rjuven - to update us on the situation in the sewers. They told us that the situation hadn't got worse, but it was no better either. We decided to go to a number of different sewer entrances and thin their numbers before tackling the task of taking down the Ratking. Just inside the first sewer entrance we went down, we found a room with three Ratmen waiting to ambush us, fortunately I took the brunt of their initial attack, leading to a relatively easy victory, though not without casualties, which I'll write about in a bit. While looking around we found several chests, some of which contained some money detailed below. We also, found a map, that suddenly came to life, and started to smother and asphyxiate poor Teresa. After a struggle, we managed to get the map off Teresa and slay it. Teresa was injured, but still capable. On further investigation in the area, we found three cells, each with tied up prisoners inside. The prisoners all had wounds stitched up. It looked like they had had some kind of invasive surgery done on them by the Ratmen, most likely some kind of torture or experiment. We ran and got some guards to take the prisoners to safety. Earlier, during the fight with the Ratmen, I was struck by one of their blades. I thought nothing of it at first, just another flesh wound I thought. However while the prisoners were being taken by the guards, I started coughing up blood, feeling weary, and could barely stand. I stubbornly tried my hardest to put on a brave face, but to no avail. My comrades, worried for me, said we should leave and try to deal with my ailment before continuing. I am very grateful to them that they didn't entertain my pleas of continuing regardless. My attempt at selflessness could have put them in danger, and I must make full efforts to avoid this behavior in the future. The last thing I want is to put my people in danger, least of all my 'Sweets'. We went to an apothecary to try and get some help with my ailment. They provided a concoction that might be able to help, though the lady did say that if it didn't work, I would probably die. When we told her we were from the Cohort, she gave the concoction free of charge, as well as beds for us all for the night, also free of charge. I drank the drink, and tried to sleep it off. Unfortunately, in the morning, I was far worse than I had been before. Again, in my ill stupor, I insisted we continue with our mission. I later found out this lack of concern for my own well-being, deeply upset a member of the party. I won't say who, as it was a very personal and upsetting conversation I had with them. To emphasize this to myself, I'll write it once more. I must ensure this doesn't ever happen again. My pride, in this regard, is immaterial. We went to the King's castle to see if he could be of any help. He was a huge help last time we came, preventing one of our party from turning into one of the Ratmen, so we hoped he could provide similar help this time. Unfortunately, he was not in the city. I can't recall where he had gone, I was not able to think clearly, but we were told he was five days travel away. I asked if there were any royal healers left in the castle, and as fortune would have it, there was. We were directed to the courtyard where Archdruid Hjorvaalm was. He told me that I could choose between trying the same concoction again, or, 'be reborn again'. I decided to take the risk of merely trying the concoction again. Oh, I hope I made the right choice. After another night sleeping off the drink, I awoke, feeling much better. The illness had past, but had been replaced with a rat's tail, rat's ears, and grey hair replacing my proud red. Given my stubbornness, I of course tried to play it down after my initial open shock. My plain features being outdone by my ugly ears and tail. Please, Gods, let this not be for forever. Having now recovered, we were all keen to deal with some more rats. Not soon after going down another sewer entrance, we heard a woman screaming. Running to the source of the screams, we saw her, surrounded by swarms of rats. We moved in to save her, but it was too late. Before we could reach her, she herself has transformed into one of the Ratmen and started attacking us with her Spellcraft. To my great shame, during the fight, she managed to get inside my head with her magic, commanding me to 'betray'. So I did. I turned, and fired my crossbow at Nim. She was fortunately able to avoid my bolt with ease. After the spell had worn off, I continued the fight, while trying to avoid eye contact with Nim, so ashamed I was. We swiftly dealt with the Spellcaster and the swarms after that. Once the fight was over, I - overcome with emotion - threw my sword and shield down and marched out to be on my own. Nim followed me and comforted me, letting me know she didn't blame me for what the mage made me do. She's so quick to forgive. I put her in danger, and that's all that mattered to me in that moment. But Nim can make me feel strong and tall with her sweetness, no matter how low I am, and managed to calm me down while drying my tears. I don't know what I'd do without her. As we rejoined the rest of the group, lovely Portia brought me sword and shield. Portia has heard of my involvement at 'The Battle of Traitor's Demise' and seems very fond of me because of it. She's very eager to prove herself, hopefully not too eager. Lastly, before we headed off, I went to get my crossbow; the one I fired at Nim with. Couldn't handle being reminded of that as long as I had it, so threw it in a nearby firepit. We moved on, first finding a storage for cheese, nearby. We had many plans for what to do with it, but ultimately decided to just leave it. Though Nim did spit on it as we left. We searched some more rooms, finally coming across a chest. Galena could see that it rigged to set off something when opened, so we all stood back as she tried to un-rig it. Unfortunately, Galena was struck by a lightning spell emanating from the chest. We aided her, getting her away from the chest. Nim then tried having a go at un-rigging the trap, and was thankfully, successful. Inside the chest, on a red cushion, was an egg, with a hole in it, about half a foot wide. Nim identified it as an Astral Dragon egg, that could hold a heck of a lot of things inside it, while the egg remains the same weight. Very useful. I recommended Nim get to keep it as she struggles so with carrying her belongings. The rest of the group were pretty much in agreement I think, but we didn't have long to think on it, as we could hear a very large amount of footsteps coming our way. Reckoned it were 20 Ratmen approaching us. We decided against facing them for now, and made our way out of the sewer, after setting the armory we were in on fire. [OOC gold talk just in case: 3 light crossbows: 75gp. 3 studded leather: 135gp. =210 gp. Divided by half =105. +294 Currency. =399 Total. =359.1 After Tax. =59.85 Six-Person Share.]