I’m kind of concerned that we still plan to go and beard the Gibbet King in his lair...
Session 2
The second session continued the general spiral towards disaster as we managed to offend the Hillfolk we met, and then ended up pursuing an Orc force that had kidnapped children. Now we find ourselves across the Misty Mountains, on the wrong side, with most of the Fellowship either weary or borderline weary from the hard pace through the wastes. I’ve no idea how we will face down 30+ Orcs in this state. Our doom beckons us on.
We rolled so many Eyes of Sauron over the last two sessions it feels that fate is against us.
Session 3
In tonight's session we finally caught up with the Orcs two days out from Carn Dûm. They unleashed wargs against us, but our archers prevailed. Then, we battled toe to toe with them. Several of the fellowship were injured, one gravely, but my Dwarf stood fast with the Axe of his Ancestors, cutting through the orc hordes. The enemy who fled were cut down by arrows, craven curs. Then we found that the had broken the legs of some of the children to stop them fleeing.
We rested for the day and healed, making stretchers from the weapons and then set on a hard march south towards the lands of our Ranger, Halbrog. We finally escaped from the cursed ash desert and then were intercepted by a party of Elves and Rangers, travelling north-west from Rivendell to find us, amongst them friends who had chosen to defy the Wood Elf King's orders. Our rescuers had been brought through messages carried by my Dwarf's Raven friend. We head south to Rivendell to rest and recover over the winter. Our quest to slay the Gibbet King a failure, for now, but we have saved the lives of 30 innocents...
Oh, and we keep on rolling eyes of Sauron...
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