Fin LaVie’s journal…
Finally its been decided, we will journey to the northland and the legendary Wall. What lies that far north none can be sure, but each of us has undoubtedly heard countless stories. This decision causes an eerie silence to overtake our group as each ponders what may lie ahead…
The Wall now looms ahead, clouds obscurring its towering peaks. Further down the snowline is visible near the upper reaches of the immense mountain chain. Thoughts of frigid temperatures dangerous enough to kill. I know not what to expect.
Today we ran into a scouting party of dwarves at the foot of the wall, or should I say they found us? Turns out we were suddenly surrounded before I spotted one individual peeking from behind a nearby boulder. They introduced themselves as the Killer B’s, before explaining that they were patroling the mountain’s base for any signs of trouble out of the north. It was then that I realized they where thought to be missing, and that the “dumb shits” should’ve reported back by now! I wasted no time in telling them such. Altain quickly covered my offensive vocabulary and tone as to not offend. Suppose it was for the best, and the subject quickly turned to a discussion of their exploits. Apparently all has been eerily quiet in these parts, and the only sign of alarm was a giant footprint just to the northwest of our current location. The dwarve’s claim a full grown man can be seated in the footprints interior. This I must see.
Yup, that’s one big footprint alright! I quickly note that the dwarves were also correct in their report that each foot of the bipedal creature only has three toes? A curious number indeed… If I am not mistaken I believe that some trolls only have three toes? But I am not certain if all species do, so I quickly consulted with Altain. Altain, the only other well-read companion in our group, confirms my beliefs. It must be a mountain troll, and it must be big!
We’ve managed to track our huge bipedal troll up into the rocky terrain of the wall, but still not a sign of anything but footprints. We’ve lost these tracks several times in the hard rocky terrain, but have somehow managed to pick up the trail again after short distances.
It was nearing nightfall when I spotted a strange looking boulder. It seemed to have numerous smaller rocks, or bumps, that created a straight line across its surface. Quickly the group halted on my command, and Altain and Robyn moved toward cover. Mongo simply planted his feet where he stood, go figure?! Then we all suddenly witnessed why this boulder seemed so unusual? It suddenly stood up! It was the back of grayish mountain troll, and the thing was huge indeed standing over 20 feet tall. But even more alarming than the creatures size was the fallen tree trunk the creature carried in one hand with ease! This thing was as tough as it looked, and we took a severe beating before the mountain troll finally collapsed. Then as quickly as it fell it suddenly got back up, but Altain ended that threat quickly with a devestating slash from his enchanted blade Moonfire. The blades ability to wreath itself in flame apparently ending the mythical creature’s ability to regenerate.
Shortly after defeating the mountain troll it was time to set camp, and start a small campfire to stay warm. We are still in the lower elevation of these mountains but the temerature has already begun to noticeably drop. We hear the howling of wolves echoing throughout the night. It sounds as if the sound is eminating from the mountain tops, but none of us can be sure as the sounds echo off the the face of the cliffs that surround us. Thankfully the night passed without incident.
Today our climb became more difficult as a light fog began to form early in the morning hours. Temps continue to drop, and our group begins to realize we may be ill equipped for the freezing temperatures above. We need to find some fur-bearing animals soon or we will most assuredly freeze in the coming days.
The mountain began to tremble below our very feet just a short while ago. Many in our group scrambled atop some large nearby stones as debris began cascading down the mountain from above. Earthquake? Landslide? Nope, PURPLE WORM! Suddenly the ground exploded below our dwarven companion Mongo. Mongo slashed wildly trying to drive the huge worm back from the depths from which it came, but to no avail. Then we all stood in shock when the wildly thrashing worm suddenly lashed down at the dwarf, and Mongo was gone!! But seconds later the dwarf came shooting out of the worms gullet covered in slime, and angry as hell. Think I may have even heard the dwarf say something about this being stupid? If the situation hadn’t been so serious at the moment I would have most assuredly have laughed. But serious it was indeed, as seconds later Mongo was once again swallowed whole, and once again he apparently found a way to fight his way out. The worm seemed to be having trouble digesting the honory son of gun, he just wouldn’t go down! Finally after a long drawn out battle we finally felled the worm. I hope this northern land isn’t riddled with such beasts, or this trip could be shorter than expected.
Third day into the mountain range known as The Wall. Temperatures have dropped significantly, and snow now covers the rocky terrain. Altain is struggling most noteably against the elements. We need warmer clothing.
Should reach the mountain top today if all goes well, but an unexpected hurdle has just uncovered itself from a fresh cover of snowfall. We suddenly find ourselves surrounded by what appears to be men, but their flesh is frozen a pale bluish-white, and they stammer forward as though undead. One after another they approach from the foggy west, east, and even the south from which we arrived. There are countless numbers, and more appear by the second, I think we’re in trouble…