We awoke in the inn, and discussed working together with Grief, the female tiefling who's grown seemingly attached to Godfree. She told us some more information about the Gehenna soldiers that didn't see eye to eye with her, and how we might be able to convince them to work alongside us. He got drunk nightly at a nearby tavern, the Silver Dragon, and so we waited until nightfall. We immediately recognized him and his comrades, I came over with drinks as I and the smooth talker of the group, Silva, started talking to him about our plans. We wound up buying many more rounds, getting his group very drunk. He mentioned not getting along with Grief because they used to be a thing, so we decided to keep them separate. He agreed to join with us in the fight, but that he worried he wouldn't remember in the morning. Silva and I managed to wrangle him and his men and get them set up in a camp just outside of town, where he eventually did pass out.
Meanwhile Godfree went to talk to Grief once more. He came back with her spear and told us she would work alongside these other men to create a distraction as we snuck around back. Ishmael, the monk of our group, was with him, but the Barbarian Zarko had apparently come down with some food poisoning. We left without him early the next day. As our groups split we made our way around by a secret path Grief had pointed out. We stumbled on a giant that was messing with a long abandoned fishing boat. I leaped into the water and disappeared as Silva and Godfree snuck around him and began peppering him with arrows, Ishmael ran right up to the giant and began assaulting him. The giant didn't take kindly this, resulting in him smashing the boat over Ismael's head, twice. This knocked him out. Godfree managed to heal him back to consciousness, long enough for Ishmael to attack the giant a few times before getting knocked out again. At the same time I had taken the form of a giant octopus (an incredibly horrific feeling), it took some time to get used to my new body, but I managed to wrap my (disgusting) tentacles around the giant, ensnaring him and doing some damage as well. Unfortunately he managed to burst free shortly after, though he couldn't discern where I was due to my natural camouflage, this meant, of course, Ishmael got hit with a boat some more. This continued for a while until the giant fell. Our battle with the giant went well, but perhaps that went to our heads.
We soon found the leader of the Stormwarg Orcs surrounded by a few other orcs. A great plan formulated in my head, and it was a fantastic plan, sadly it would never come to be. Godfree has the magical ability to mess with flames, as well as create minor tremors and increase the sound of his voice. I told him to speak with the booming voice of the demon lord Orcus, to scare away the lesser orcs, and to convince their leader to surrender. He would create tremors as he spoke, but sadly he couldn't get close enough to the fire to manipulate it. That's when it all went awry, well, not entirely. Either way, Silva offered to toss an oil flask into the fire to make up for Godfree's lack of range. So we got into position, Godfree and I on one side of the camp, while Silva went around the other side and Ishmael stood by waiting to rush in if things went badly. They did.
Firstly, Godfree didn't bother to heal any of us. None of us even thought about it. I hadn't taken any damage, so that explains that, but for some reason our monk, as mangled as those boat hits had left him, didn't so much as mention his need for help. The second mistake was my own, I completely forgot I had memorized a new spell, Path without Trace, which just makes sneaking (that thing we were attempting to succeed at!!) much easier. Thirdly, when Silva threw his flask, it missed the fire, and all the orcs had seen it. They immediately went about searching for him. Fourthly, Ishmael ran right towards Silva, the rogue, who needed to stay hidden. This led to the orcs finding both of them immediately. Godfree ran in to help out when needed, our original plan was clearly not going to pan out. So I transformed into a dire wolf and rushed into combat as well. It all happened too fast.
Ishmael was down before he even got a swing in. Godfree was slowed down, but managed to help Silva who nearly died alongside Ishmael. Meanwhile I was getting clobbered and quickly fell as well. At some point Godfree fell too, and in a miraculous act Silva came to help me, only to get knocked out as well.
We awoke, stripped bare, tied next to their camp fire. When we awoke we had been surrounded by the entire might of their army. Orcs, wargs, goblins, all of them standing around mocking us. I tried to bargain my stone away too them, but that didn't pan out. Luckily Silva managed to talk us out of the situation. He told them we had the stone of Orcus because we were working with them, but we simply weren't informed of one another presence. The nearby town had hired us to kill some orcs, which we had agreed to only because we were in desperate need of more funding to pay for the cause, we were just a band of mercenaries after all. After some more talking they freed us and drank with us, tomorrow we would assault the town that had hired us for the glory of this necromatic cult.
Thankful for our lives, we tried to gather some more information about the cult. We discovered there were at least four leaders of this group, that one stone was on each continent, and that they were meeting up in some bog, THE bog according to the orc leader. After it was dark enough, and enough of the Stormwargs were drunk or asleep we managed to slip away through the same path we had come. Completely having failed our mission, but at least with a bit of information gained. I think tomorrow we must fight an army...
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