Oh how I can’t wait to be rid of these hellions. It seems they stick better to trouble than dwarves to their ale and that’s a hard task I must say.
Ok, so we finally left Denerim on our way back to Stenhold. We decided on taking the route that travels along the coast before striking back inland toward the keep and this would allow us to stay inside an inn while at Sandwell. The overall trip there wasn’t too difficult but there were some signs that the day wouldn’t be as easy as the trip. First we passed an man and his ugly wife that you nearly couldn’t tell apart from the rags in the back of his broken cart much less that she was actually a woman. In addition we kept seeing a few dark cloaked figures that was following behind and seemed to be slowly catching up. We didn’t encounter him or his group before we reached Sandwell but we did meet a group of 4 patrolling. We informed the patrol of the possibly shady guys we had seen and then continued to Sandwell.
We finally reached the rather small town and make our way to the inn to settle down for the night. I decided to let my nerves settle with a nice mug of ale trying to ignore the rowdy inhabitants who seemed to be intent upon taking my valuable time talking about nonsense such as carts and the ocean. Finally one rather insistent fellow finally got on my nerves and just as I was about to shew him away, he mentions something about how we shouldn’t let the children run around by themselves and that he had seen them going alone to the beach.
Ok, now I was ready to let this nuisance have a piece of my mind, but first to make sure that he was telling the truth, and why he seemed to be so knowledgeable about the children we had brought with us. It seems that he had seen us come in and noticed the children because they tend to have need of being watched around this town. Apparently plenty of people want to abduct children around here, not just in Denerim. With this I decided letting my temper flare wasn’t the best course of action and was able to hold it in check, for now at least and decided instead I might come back to direct it at the miscreant if it turned out his words were lies. To determine this, I rushed upstairs to the useless Ser Bridget who was found asleep!
How could this be, she seemed at least a little more capable the other day but now I find her alone and asleep. Now the seal I had on that temper was able to take no more. “Useless Idiot, Where are the children!?!” I yelled at the newly awaken wretch. As she slowly came out of her haze, she provided little insight and her uselessness was again affirmed as we were left only with the option of going to check out the beach where the stranger had seen the children heading and also where the children seemed to have expressed interest in earlier in the day.
As everyone raced toward the beach, I noticed how slow I seemed to be in comparison and decided it might be a little more prudent to get Stargazer, my swift pony. She would surely proved the required speed that the short dwarfs legs tend to lack.
I arrive at the beach and of course the children had found trouble and being the naive, improperly mannered miscreants they are, were oblivious to the 10 or 15 hooded scum surrounding them. The members of the party were getting ready to engage with the enemy, but they seemed to have no tactical plan laid out and were just attacking whichever enemy was closes and were leaving the children vulnerable. With this, my action was clear, time to go grab the children, I’m sure it was best to leave the situation, especially when outnumbered. While I was sure I could defeat these rather weak looking scoundrels, I wasn’t sure that I could keep all of them from hitting the children by myself.
Of course, I rush up and the hellions still didn’t notice their plight and rush away from me into the arms of the enemy. Oh, how I hat the kids. They don’t even respect their elders properly. Why if they were dwarves, I’d have had them stuck in their rooms for a month for such disobedience but alas, they’re not mine, nor is it my job for fixing their misbehavior.
Anyway, now the children were in the hands of the enemy. I decide to rush to the aid of the girlfor at least she seemed to be a little less stupid during the last battle and I believed might not get her head cut off as easily by trying to pick a fight with this guys as soon as freed. Of course my maul struck true and its strength carried the miscreant into the surf away from Hana. She surprises me afterwards by abandoning the caution she had shown earlier and rushing toward the other miscreant and laying a hand on him. He then slumps as if drained or asleep, releasing the hold on her brother. As I look at her, I see she seems a little dizzy and drained after this but not hurt, so I’m sure she is actually a mage as well. Great, just what we need, another worthless mage and this one likely to be an even bigger hassle because she’s still a lad.
At least now we know how Bridget fell asleep. Anyway, after this, a couple of the guys from the patrol arrived at the edge of the beach as well and with the overwhelming odds against them the rest of the miscreants turned tails like the rats they are.
This little ordeal left me with little time to write that night as I decided to keep an eye on the children and also get to know the new driver, Fredrick, an Orlesian Exile. and I figured I would just wait till today. Oh, and as of right now, I think I might get along well with Fredrick, he seems to be exiled because he doesn’t share his father’s views with the chantry, not that I would blame him. Well we are off again, hopefully with no more incidents but I have a feeling that with these children around, that isn’t very likely.
Why should so many people want these children. If I hadn’t told the ArlI would bring his children back the him, I’d just let the next lot have these barrels of trouble.
So of course, after the difficulties these children have been causing and the hooded figures that seemed to be following us yesterday, Bridget decides that more guards are needed to ensure protection. I don’t really know what to think at this point and would just have been glad to get the children back but sadly, we have to run into some more trouble before that happens.
So we have an additional four men now accompanying us, the same four we encountered patrolling yesterday. We head out and of course as we travel we seem to see another cloaked figure following. The uncouth dwarf as well as the driverthat was hired by Bridget decide to lay a little trap for our followers. This caused one of the patrolmen to take the reins of the cart carrying the children and Bridget. I didn’t care to join them because I’m sure that something would happen to the children again if I left them in the care of the Idiot woman with only the useless knife-ears and patrolmen left to guard them.
Anyway, those two fall behind and next thing I notice, they have come galloping back and it seems that they decided to bring back a bunch of unwanted guests with them. Hot on their trails are about 10 large dogs. We engage the dogs and take care of most of them. I have to say, I didn’t think I would be like riding a horse, and while it still feels uneasy not touching the ground, I have to say there are some fun aspects of it. I’m thinking about looking into a sport that seems to be popular with the human nobles called polo I think because while I was fighting these dogs, I was able to knock one dog right into another with my maul. This sent them flying just like the balls of polo, head over tail and put them out of the chase.
It was at about this point that we then notice the owners of these dogs, 2 wagons full of men as well and an additional 4 men on horses coming full speed at us. The dogs had been fun, a way to pass the time on this trip, but now this was just going to be a pain. And if this wasn’t enough, now that we were becoming engaged in a little more difficult situation than just dogs, the “hired help” decided that they would make their move and start swerving the cart. This causes Bridget to fall off the side but much to everyone’s amazement, she catches hold of a rope on the cart and starts being drug along. This also caused the dwarf to nearly fall off the horse he was sharing with Fredrick, but lucky for the dwarf, Fredrick was able to catch a hold of the little rogue’s foot.
Eventually Cruvel gets back on the horse appropriately and then decides to go for the drivers of the lead wagon following us. First, Fredrick shoots a well-placed arrow causing one of front men to tumble out of the cart. The rogue follows that up buy doing a diving charge right at the other driver and allowing the mace and the brain of the poor fellow to embrace. Of course this leaves him in point blank range of the archers who are in the back of the cart, allowing them to turn him in to a barely living pin cushion.
I guess after seeing that, the knife-ear thinks she can do too. She also jumps at the driver of the guy driving the cart with the children and Bridget who had managed to climb into the back of the cart but had otherwise been completely useless up to this point. She of course doesn’t even come close to killing the guy but she is able to actually land on the cart, much to my surprise and apparently the mercenary driving because then Bridgetfinally does something useful and sends the guy tumbling off the cart.
Of course by this time, we have almost made it to an old ruined tower that we had been being directed to. The newly appointed driverattempts to stop the cart and after a few tries, causes the cart to careen sideways into a well dumping herself, the children, and Bridgetinto the well.
While this was happening, the dwarf was also trying to stop the cart that he was now driving but failed, only slowing it down a little and so instead decides to run straight through the mass of archers in the cart and out the back tumbling onto the ground. While the dwarfdid that, I tried to lay my maul into the side of the same cart’s wheel to break it, but he threw off the timing with the breaking so I only could send splinters flying, not the whole wheel. Then since he abandons the cart, I have to steer away so I don’t get hit by the driver-less contraption. During this time, Fredrick decides that since the cart has not driver, he can divert it off to the left into the other cart, as well as me and another horsed man.
I once again, have to move away so as not to be hit. This brings us to the point of the cart tipping and seeing that, I decide to try one more time for a wagon wheel, this time of the other cart. Of course, not having that vile dwarf there to throw of the speed and timing, I am able to sunder the wheel from the wagon with ease.
Now, seeing the people flying into the well, I decide to disengage from the fighting and see if everyone is still living and if I can’t get the children out of this mess. I make my way right over to the well which has a handful of the ambush force around it while the others have engaged with the hooded robbers that were chasing us. The leader of the ambush squad seems to be barking out orders for the men to restrain us. I of course, don’t head their words but I have already put away my maul as I instead am pulling out my rope to throw the bottom of what to appears to be a 40 foot well. I am able to do that, tying the other end of the rope to my horse while shrugging off the hands of the men trying to pull me down. Of course, having failed once, and with my mind currently engaged in other thoughts, their second wave of attacks pulls me from my horse and into their arms. I struggle, trying to free myself but before I am able to do so, Fredrick drops from his horse and mounts mine, pulling the now roped children and knife-ear up. Bridget apparently wasn’t strong enough to stay attached to the rope as it was being pulled up because when all arrived at the top, there were only the children, tied to the rope and the knife-ear holding on.
It was at this time that the men who were holding me had their attention broken long enough so that I was able to break free and climb atop another horse right behind me. Then, seeing as the rest of the armored men from the ambush had overpowered the hooded men and were now making their way to the well, Bridget had to be left at the bottom of the well if we were going to make our escape. The knife-ear was surprisingly strong and ingenuous because seeing as how the children always seem to squirm and also never want to follow directions, the elf cut the rope in a way so that she could then throw them over the horse like saddle bags, both still tied to the rope and the rope stretched across the saddle and horse.
I learned later as we raced away that the bottom of the well was littered with bones and wile dark, with a torch having been lit, was shown to contain an archway leading to catacombs or something apparently as well as another closed door that wasn’t investigated either. Also, the little girlhad heard some type of voice down there that none of the others seem to have heard. If the girl isn’t lying, that makes just one more thing that seems to be after these children we have in our possession.
With all of that done, I just hope we can finally be free of these unlucky, ungreatful children before I’m either the one stuck at the bottom of a well or the one who has strangled them to death for their idiocy, trouble, and disrespect.