>>24297807Some carts in the merchant caravan we were protecting fell behind. We decided to shore up for a while and wait for them to rejoin us, and during this short break Tarak and Rothandnir went to scout along the road. They found something that set the Elf's nose twitching and decided to investigate. They went missing for a hours, so the rest of us got antsy and followed after them.
That was when we found the Gnoll encampment.
Now, they'd managed to get themselves captured, so we needed to go in for the rescue. We slipped up in a silly way that left us exposed in the middle of enemy territory and massively overwhelmed. Kurt and Varis drowned almost immediately in a tide of gnollflesh. Selath fought for as long as he could, but was forced to flee back to the caravan. James was cut off from that route, and sprinted the other way, only escaping because the gnoll leader decided to treat his capture as a bit of sport. The application of a swift clothesline to the throat of an assailant and the dropping of all of his gear allowed him to escape from his trackers.
Selath came back to the battle site after an hour with the rest of the caravan guard, saw them burning the corpses of the fallen and challenged the gnoll leader to a duel. The leader accepted, and Selath dropped him in one round, cleaving his head from his shoulders before he could make a strike. Then he plunged his hands into the fire and pulled out our valuables, including the necklace that Varis was convinced could lead him to his birth father- the necklace Rothandnir had given to his human mother.
Yeah, Selath's pretty fucking metal.
Anyway, he found the bodies of the two who had been captured, half-eaten with their entrails spread about the floor.
After that, he came back to the caravan to find James sitting disheveled atop the caravan. They went home. James went into admin in the merc company, and hired Selath as a bodyguard.
Campaign over.