From the Journal of Strats, Obsidiman Gauntlet
In the aftermath of the attack on Kampung Gaja, my friend R’edtarian the human warrior asked myself and several companions to provide some adept assistance. We were joined by Barag the dwarven elementalist, Calina the elven wizard and Truck the windling warrior.
He had identified three areas where we could help ease things for the survivors.
- Survivors trying to locate and gather up what worldly goods could be salvaged were finding that looters had been there before them, taking everything.
- A team of bridge repairmen was missing / overdue.
- Scattered refugees were apparently still out in the wilderness after fleeing the attack; some of them were ill suited to roughing it and were thought to be in trouble.
We traveled to where the bridge was to be repaired and found the bridge crew about a half day’s journey this side of the bridge. They described a strange cold area that was freezing the bridge and the area around it. They were in no danger, just delayed, as they waited out the inclement weather. Barag said the elements were all out of balance on the river and we decided it would be prudent to investigate rather than just wait to see if it cleared on its own.
Arriving at the bridge, we discovered a large boulder of air-infused stone from the airship that had attacked Kampung Gaja. The boulder had fallen and taken out part of the bridge. Veins of True Air were mixing with True Water in the river and causing the freezing effect. The cold area had attracted several packs of Ice Flyers (frozen flying baboons). In order for the repair crew to do their work safely, we would need to remove the boulder that was the root of the problem and get the Ice Fliers to leave.
We watched the Ice Fliers for a while, and determined that there were two packs fighting to be “King of the Ice Boulder”. We let them howl at each other til one pack won and the other left the area, flying toward the Throal mountains.
I moved forward to draw the attention of the remaining Ice Fliers while the others attempted to remove the boulder. While I was successful in the distraction for a short while, eventually the Ice Fliers caught on and attacked. I punched them.
We discovered the boulder still retained some of its flying enchantment and carried the huge thing back to Kampung Gaja. The image of the windling towing the huge boulder was quite amusing and seemed to lift morale in the recovering city. The bridge crew began repairs and is expected to complete the work soon.
Next we tracked a large group of refugees to where they had taken refuge with their wounded on an island in the river. Their leader was the t’skrang elder El’laj Nokku Galah. Truck spotted a large underwater predator coming towards us as we ferried the wounded back to shore, so that we could guard them on a return trip to the city.
Chengoro Shivoam turned out to be a giant, ancient crocodile. It attempted to eat my leg. I punched it. I was gentle tho since the refugees said it was a sacred animal (the River’s Grand-daughter). After we knocked it unconscious, we marked the area as one to be cautious of on our maps and helped the refugees get back.
Lastly, we followed reports about where the looters had been active. We found their camp. There were curtains. Barag taunted them about breaking their boat to get them to come out of hiding. We got the arrows out of Barag after I punched them. The river pirate leader, Naboz the t’skrang, came out of hiding and sliced Calina open. I punched him. He ran away. One of the dwarf pirates surrendered. I stopped punching him. We brought him back to town.