With the troubling and not completely remembered events of Desolis behind me, Barry and I thought it advantageous to remove ourselves to safer and quiet surroundings. To that end, we took refuge in the forest of West Ravenswood. I thought it an ideal location to conceal ourselves, but Barry was full of protest and angst. I expected he would be quite at home in the woods, but he was disagreeable to the idea. At least he was disagreeable to these woods.
As we walked along the tract, looking for a place to set up temporary lodgings, I explained my previous plight to Barry and revealed that had he accompanied me on that adventure, things most likely would have turned out differently. He reminded me that his need for pork chop sandwiches far outweighed the need to watch over me and my antics at the local public house. I admit, I can’t blame him on the pork chop angle and had I known that’s what he was up to, perhaps I would have stayed home as well.
But then we got to the matter of what distressed Barry about West Ravenswood. It was rather a peaceful place with perhaps a touch of a wolf overpopulation problem, but nothing serious. Barry explained it wasn’t the wolves that caused him ire, but rather the Kobolds. He had less than complimentary things to say about them in regards to looks, hygiene and lineage. Barry had begun to tell me of the strife between them and his people when he suddenly broke off and flew into a rage. And not merely the type of consternation one feels at a steak being overcooked, but a real fury that ended in bloodshed.
As we rounded the corner of what turned out to be a Kobold encampment, Barry made his presence known by mauling two of the ruffians. I would have preferred to employ a little more stealth, but it was too late now. I prepared to jump in and defend Barry when the altercation had already subsided. Barry was so swift in his attack, they never saw it coming. However, the alarm had been raised to others in the camp and a band had assembled to dispatch us over their fallen comrades. I gave the usual and expected battle cry to run, but Barry would have none of it. He bristled with anticipation and threw himself into the fray. The odds were against him to be sure, but I pitied the Kobold minions as he would never be taken without a fight.
Their bodies were discarded onto the road like used chicken bones. Barry bit and tore and thrashed and pummeled with an irritation that made me believe I needed to sleep with one eye open from now on. Before I could size up the situation and offer aid, all had grown quiet and Barry stood triumphant, pilfering their pockets. I stood aghast at the carnage.
However, what’s done is done and since the encampment was now empty, it seemed like a shame to let good camping go to waste. In usual fashion we tossed the bodies into the bushes and acted as though we had been there the whole time. And with the battle out of the way, it seemed like an ideal time for lunch.
Food was in no short supply and I decided to use some of my newly learned skills to not only gain lunch, but help control the booming wolf population. Before the unfortunate events that lead to my albeit short incarceration, I had studied with the trainer and learned many valuable new skills. While far from a master, I was beginning to see the power of Blinding Ray and Immolation. Now seemed the time to put these to good use. I pondered but couldn’t think of any good reason not to blind a wolf then set it on fire. Seems like a pretty useful one-two punch of you ask me.
And so out I went, just on the fringe of the camp where the wolves stood sentry over their own little group. I used the distraction of a stag to make my move. As they chased the frightened creature I moved in behind and when they gathered in for the kill, I let loose with the Blinding Ray causing disorder and panic in the group. As they turned in preparation for an attack on a new foe, I set the ground ablaze and roasted the wicked devils in an inferno worthy of their treachery.
Barry seemed to clap with glee at my accomplishment. I believe he was quite excited over the wolves being partially cooked in battle and that dinner would be soon in the making. Not to disappoint, we took the quarry to our newly gained camp and sat down to a fine leg or two. You know it’s been a good meal when Barry has to pick his teeth with their little paws.
Oh my! This is going to raise some questions for sure! Is this a good time to talk about your feelings?
Barry’s bloodbath is all water under the bridge at this point. Time to sneak up on some lunch.
Oh yes! At this rate lunch will be done in mere moments! Nothing says your having a good time in the great outdoors like a cleansing fire that engulfs a pack of wolves.
So Barry, which piece do you want? I know, I know, you want the leg. I’ll get it. Serving that right up little buddy.
Well Barry, you’re thirst for revenge may have been a bit over the top and if we get caught we’re going to the Clink for sure, but you know, you picked a pretty convenient spot to go on your blood thirsty rampage. It’s a nice tent and I didn’t have to gather any wood for the fire.
More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia
- Barry and I work on combat tactics, Blake and Alley send the Elves packing, and I steal their tent
- The Battle of Solace Bridge in Shroud of the Avatar Release 11
- What is Experience Worth?
- My attendance at the steak sandwich auction in Brittany Wharf
- It ain’t a party without a pig
- Finding Veimor, Stags Gone Wild, Into the Clink
- On Becoming a Grand Master in Bladed Combat
- Dungeon Run, Shipments of Ale, Books in the Wild
- The good people of Jaanaford put Alley on trial for being a witch
- When a quiet lunch in the meadow turns into a fiery horror