The party chose against releasing the Dragon Priest for fear of death and widespread chaos, and as they left the treacherous Sunless Citadel they collected their new friend Meepo from his abusive community. As they climbed their well travelled route the rope they climbed with went lax in their hands and they tumbled on top of each other messily. Jot had cut their rope the slimy cretin. Belros shot poorly in an attempt to fell the demon, wasting an arrow in the process, for 100 feet would surely be too far for a half breed elf that claims to be a skilled ranger who should easily be able to shoot even farther. Fear struck through the group as imagery of being stuck in this grotty place span through their heads, when Thainn remembered the second rope they had drawn their wooden friend up not a day earlier. They look up to see their escape dangling loosely parallel to where the last one had just fallen, their idiocy and forgetfulness proving infinitely more useful than all of their skill combined once again.
Arriving at the farm and seeing the barbarian fool (completely unaware of his near death experience), plowing the fields of his favourite employer. They greeted each other, kissed, made sweet love, and continued into Oakhurst without the hated member.
The group pooled their cash and bought extra horses and a carriage to carry their belongings, but they decided against saddles as the horses were just to pull the carriage. Marru assumed that this was because they hadn’t the gold, as he had put in all he had. They bought rations and feed and went on their way.
They picked up Gorash and his new piglet, he was used as payment for his services. But they realised that they should probably tell the town about their adventures and the improved safety that they now were able to enjoy.
Thainn wanted an extraordinary display, so he rode on top of the carriage into Oakhurst. Meepo and Gorash played drums within and Thainn began crying out their exhilarating story. After a while of disinterest, a town guard fetched the mayor.
Thainn told the tale as invigorating as he could and the mayor praised them and announced a burning of all the crops of the magic fruit in celebration. Belros and Marru,, convinced that this would start a fiery battle of dire proportions, tried to convince them otherwise but eventually left them to their impending doom.
As they trotted out of Oakhurst for the last time the party saw a funeral for the Hecruele children, sending a blessing their way and an inappropriate heckle, they moved on…
They began on their long journey to Eiriaebor in order to catch a ferry to Balder’s Gate. Belros and Marru gathered food on their journey to save rations and it was long and tedious. Thainn used his time to summon his friendly rat Lith. Denzel and Lith do not get along, and the owners of the two spend a lot of time avoiding the other so the group doesn’t end up with a dead rat.
On a very mild day, north of the Shining Plains, some excitement happened. Belros spotted some Gnolls five miles ahead, travelling northward with his keen eyes. He was so excited he pointed them out to the group. The others took little interest and insisted that they continue on their journey without the bother. But Belros’ Bloodlust has not been sated since they had left the Citadel and there was no being that could stop him from his evil and murderous intentions. He unhooked his horse and charged after the unknowing Gnolls, without a saddle. Gorash woke, considered the battle, then went back to sleep, nestling with his bacon.
Belros rode for a few hours and when he came into range of he Gnolls he shot at them. They charged toward him, angered by the unprovoked violence.
Marru and Thainn see Belros in the horizon, he looked weak and had arrows arcing toward him. They glanced and each other and rode toward him with haste, cursing his stupidity. Belros fell unconscious and the Gnolls caught up with him. Thainn and Marru still 4 miles from where he fell.