Fear, Frauds, and a Flying Fiend
Barnabus
With Skabatha now a bad memory (and trophy for Melina), we returned to noble Sir Mugwort and her crew of brave bullywog questing squires. We had decided to return to Bavlorna to return the painting she had requested.
When that task was accomplished, we agreed we would likely continue our Hag Purging. After all, I am flying high again both figuratively and literally now that Skabatha is an ex-hag. The Soggy Court deserved to be freed like the poor child laborers Skabatha had tormented and the time for Ribbity Revolution seemed nigh.
Our return balloon flight to Hither was blissfully uneventful, but when we landed in Downfall, we noticed the town was eerily quiet. As we gathered ourselves and disembarked, we heard shambling footsteps and saw figures approaching through the fog. Melina, thinking quickly, sent her echo out to greet this new crowd and the echo was able to quickly alert us to the foggy figures fell intentions.
A bullywog knight and several bullywog knaves emerged and attacked us. We quickly and easily dispatched them and upon investigation, found they were bullywog corpses which had been stuffed with straw and given glass eyes. This appears to be the handiwork of Slackjawed Lorna. As we investigated. Baron Slimetongue called out to us quietly from the ruins of the balloon factory. We quickly entered the factory and he shared a tale of woe.
The Soggy Court had quickly adopted a military posture after we left and we were now addressing Colonel Slimetongue of the First Reconnaissance Unit. He warned us that as the Soggy Court had gathered their military might, a monster emerged from the hags hut and attacked the bullywog regiment. They have seen sinister signs that the Lornlings have dragged off several of the felled noble bullywog’s and dragged them to the hag’s hut. This explains the zombie-wogs.
The good colonel returned to his vigil but not before telling us the that (former king) King Ickrind had been trapped by the monster with some of his remaining forces in the castle. We trudged that way next.
We attempted to quietly approach the castle but Sir Mugwort, while a noble and hearty knight skilled in many fields, demonstrated a lack of understanding of the word “stealth” and clamped and clattered forward. This alerted the monster; a fearsome chimera!
After a difficult battle, the chimera’s three heads were finally killed and the remaining zombie-wogs dispatched. We paused to catch our breath and saw that the remaining bullywog resistance had opened the doors to the castle.