Having been equipped with reasonable weapons by Anishka the noble brigade flew out into the cold November night. The were somewhat startled to encounter a gargoyle called Nevic, was it? A cautious conversation ensued resulting in apparent goodwill all round and a demonstration of Fara's loquacious talents . Continuing on it started to drizzle and shelter was sought in one of the belfries. A barn owl was encountered and subsequently defeated.
Attempts by
PrickleRose Husqvana to encourage close encounters with a curious cat by donning the dead owl and shuffling around crying "come here Puss, I am a poor Birdy with a brokennwing" were unfortunately marred by Damosel
Charge-it-all Rallientha scaring it off, probably just as well as it seemed a well cared for animal.
Damosel
Charge-it-all Rallientha collected herself in good order, and off you all set again only to have rather more serious an encounter. Another owl, possibly the mate of the other caught Fara up in its talons and injured her.
I would be interested in accounts of your impressions of your role in the ensuing events, if any.
After Damosel
Charge-it-all Rallientha recovered and Damosel Fara was healed and sang her companion into a better frame of mind, the party reconvened to Mr Fixers shop and Mead and questions as to why the stag velvet hadn't yet been obtained.
Also During this session Lady Anishka cheerfully produced an elaborate, for large work, garment to be repurposed for the greater good according to her. Enquiries as to whether it was a wedding garment met with pointed words for silence on the matter and some helpful division of the cloth for conveyance to Hawksbane.
Hawksbane then requested input from Fara as to appropriate fashions for the situation and some designs were planned out.
When the sky's darkened under shadow of be-feathered death above, we the valiant reacted as any true Ellylon would and hurled ourselves to battle. In short order we brought down this 'English' owl, a weak and inferior counterpart to the mighty owls of the Dark Forest. After plucking our reward from its body a cat intruded on our field of honour. Cunning 'Von' Husqvarna tried for a dew claw but was thwarted by the cats cowardice.
ReplyDeleteEncumbered by the spoils of victory we decided to return to the abode of the Fixer.
When the plucky Damosel was ambushed, we fluttered to her aid. I took upon myself to charge the owl who noticing impending assault loosened its grip on our plucky Damosel. Wriggling free of the claws she escaped with a wound which should leave a nice scar and a story for her descendants to sing around the fire.
Parrying the beak with my glaive I struck deep into the claw forcing the beast to retreat. I wounded it again before a fireball from Damosel Rallienthia flashed past my wingtips to ignite the owls feathers into an incandescent ball of death. Ablaze it fell to its doom. Like a demon returning the pit of the underworld it landed amongst the indifferent masses crowding the street below, unaware of the valour on display above their ignorant hats and bonnets.
A great victory was plucked from the claws of defeat.
With such valour on display from all of my companions success is assured. We shall not stagnate in our quest for the velvet.
The mighty jet of flame was Rallientha's doing! You insult my noble house! Retract your words, or I will have satisfaction!
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