The Story So Far – Cash Out – 2011-07-28 (Revised)

Here is the spreadsheet showing the Cash Out value for the collected stuff that the party sold at the White River Mercantile.

If the money is evenly divided, each character will receive 636.75 gold pieces.  Otherwise, the party can divvy the loot however they see fit.

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The Story So Far – 2011-07-28

Player Character Role Class Race
Lofton Lorian Controller Wizard Eladrin
Jason Reef Striker Rogue “Human”
Sabin Xaelin Striker Sorcerer Dragonborn
Pete Orin Tank Fighter Mul (half-dwarf)
Michael Kriv Tank Paladin Dragonborn
Katey Jasmine Controller Druid Human
Perrin Alphazar Leader/Striker Hybrid Druid/Shaman Wilding

As the party emerged from the cave into the late morning sun, some noticed that something was off.  Alphazar examined the forest and weather and realized that the party had been in the cave for some 3 months, rather than a few hours or days.

Shrugging off that strange news, Orin led the party back toward Harken.  Ahead, they saw a plume of smoke, and investigating, came upon a small band of the Iron Hand, terrorizing a local villager brandishing torches as if to light the place afire.  The smoke was coming from an outbuilding which was already ablaze.  Orin flipped his lid (his village had been burned to the ground), and ran into the front garden to battle the villains.

A battle ensued.  Jasmine emerged from the house to fight from the rear, while the rest of the party was set upon the Iron Circle.  During the battle, after using the Crossbow-that-never-hits, Reef meandered over to the well and doused himself with water, then headed toward the outbuilding with another bucket of water.

At the end of the battle, last remaining Iron Circle member pled for his life, which was spared, despite the fact that Xaelin had to hold Orin back.  The man answered several questions with a lot of bravado, until the party had had enough and killed him.

Reef changed himself into the likeness of the Iron Circle member, earning himself a punch in the face from Kriv.  He explained that he could do this thing, that he was a changeling, and that it could be of some use.  A huge argument went up among the party about what to make of this.  Was he an Iron Circle spy, or could he be trusted, and should they just kill him on the spot and be done with it?  Calmer tongues prevailed and Reef resumed his normal appearance.

A discussion with the lady of the house, Ilyana, yielded further information about, Nazin Redthorn, the Iron Circle and their takeover of the Harkenvold.  She suggested they go to see Dar Gremath in Albridge or to see the Druid Reithann.  Since Albridge was on the way, to the Druid’s Grove, they decided to start there.

On the journey north they ran into a small band of the Iron Circle.  Orin and Kriv went ahead to “chat” with the band, while Laurian led the rest of the adventurers through the trees.   When he could see the group, he put them all to sleep, whereupon Reef began slitting throats.  A short skirmish was ended quickly as Orin and Kriv awoke, followed by one of the band, whom they dealt with.

Upon arriving in Albridge, the party visited first the White River Mercantile where they tried to off-load their sizeable collection of used and bloodied armor and weapons.  For some of the items, notably the Skeletons’ swords and armor, she paid a good price; most of the rest was either in such a state of disrepair, being battle worn, dirty, or rusted, that she was only willing to give a pittance.  For the Iron Circle items that were not bloodied, she paid a good rate too.

In all, the party made out well.  Many merchants would not have paid anything for the scraps of leather that comprised the goblins’ meager armor.

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Treasure:

Party:  4 scale armor, 4 light shield, 4 scimitar, 4 crossbows, 75 bolts, 4 black cloaks embroidered with a gray circle.

Party:  150 sp

Party:  30 gp

Party:  6 scale armor, 6 light shield, 6 mace, 6 crossbow, 85 bolts, 6 black cloaks embroidered with a gray circle

Party:  +1 Wand of Magic Missile
Implement (Wand)
Enhancement:  +1 Attack and damage rolls
Critical: +1d8 damage
Property:  When you damage a target with the magic missile power used through this wand, you can push the target 1 square.
Power (Encounter):  Standard Action.  As the wizard’s magic missile power.

Experience:

All: 180 each

The Story So Far – 2011-07-21

Player Character Role Class Race
Lofton Lorian Controller Wizard Eladrin
Jason Reef Striker Rogue “Human”
Sabin Xaelin Striker Sorcerer Dragonborn
Pete Orin Tank Fighter Mul (half-dwarf)
Michael Kriv Tank Paladin Dragonborn
Katey Jasmine Controller Druid Human
Perrin Alphazar Leader/Striker Hybrid Druid/Shaman Wilding

 

After the battle with the goblins was over, Jasmine excused herself to return to visit with the Druids and tell them what was going on regarding the slavers.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, the rest of the party decided to continue on through the double iron doors.  After many attempts, they decided their best bet was to smash through the hinges and rip the door open.  It took much effort, but with a little help from a mage hand, they were able to pull the door open.

Finding themselves in a large tunnel carved in the rock so that it was unnaturally smooth, they proceeded on.  Sometime later, Orin and Kriv found themselves at the brink of a 15’ wide chasm that was at least a hundred feet deep.  After much discussion, a couple of javelin tosses and no small amount of trepidation, Kriv leapt across the chasm, rope in hand.  Landing roughly on the other side, he helped as the other’s jumped across.  Lorian almost didn’t make it, but thanks to the rope around his waist, he simply splatted into the opposite chasm wall instead of falling to his doom.

Later, Alphazar spotted some small holes in the walls.  Reef proceeded to find and disable the poison dart trap that could have undone the whole party.

About an hour later, after walking a mile or more in this tunnel, the party felt a cold shiver run through them as the tunnel widened and they came face to face with a massive pair of iron doors fully 20’ across.  Alphazar perceived a way to open the large sun motif that decorated the doors.  After Kriv and Orin tried, Xaelin managed to get the sun to move out of the way, discovering what seemed to be a large keyhole.  Reef went to work on it and managed to pick it, unlocking the mighty doors with his skill and dexterity.

Orin’s bravado had him through the doors first, followed closely by Kriv.  Inside, the large room, some 40’ wide and 80’ long, stone cabinets that lined the walls opened, each releasing a skeleton into the room.  As one, the skeletons drew bows and opened fire on the party.  Orin was ready though and charged in, smashing the closest skeleton to bits.  Kriv, Xaelin and Alphazar were close behind.  Reef shot futilely with the Crossbow-that-never-hits.  As the party shattered Decrepit Skeleton left and right, arrows kept coming at them out of the darkness.  When they finally brought some illumination to the far end of the chamber, they were face to face with a Skeleton Captain and his Skeleton Warrior guards, behind them were the source of the arrows, two Skeleton Archers.

Kriv leapt into the fray, taking on the Skeleton leaders and several minions, marking them all for combat.  Shortly thereafter, he was rethinking that choice as he slipped into unconsciousness.  Alphazar then used his summoned spirit to channel a healing surge to Kriv and a secondary heal to Orin.  With amazing accuracy, Reef denied the Crossbow-that-never-hits and shattered one of the skeletons, which seemed to turn the tide as all the remaining skeletons soon fell.

When the skeleton dust and bones had settled, Orin and several others began investigating the stone cabinets.  Inside were 3 ornamented clay pots that held the remains of the soldiers entombed here, each set carved in the likeness of a crow, a snake and a spider.  There was also a small golden statue resembling a lesser demon.  In the Captain’s cabinet, the statue was larger and represented the greater demon Horrifaux Echs.

Rifling through the skeletons weapons, the party found that the warrior’s armor and swords are ornamented in gold, while the captain’s was even more richly ornamented.  The captain’s sword also has a keen edge (+1 to damage rolls).

After gathering their loot, Alphazar noticed that the Captain’s cabinet was not anchored as the others were.  Some heaving and shoving ensued, and the massive stone cabinet tumbled to the floor with a terrible smash.  Behind the cabinet was a keyhole in the center of a 10’x10’ gilded door.  Try as they might, the party could not breach the magical enchantments that protected the door.  The demon that set it here was not to be troubled by this party this day.

After an uneventful voyage back through the long cavern and over the gaping maw, the party carefully moved through the goblin’s chambers, finding nothing but corpses, until they emerged into the late afternoon sun and turned toward town.

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Treasure:

Party:  8 worn longswords, 2 gilded longswords (+25gp), 2 short swords, 2 longbows, 8 worn shortbows, 130 arrows in 10 quivers, 2 gilded chainmail (+100gp), 1 ornamented chainmail (+250gp), 2 light shields, 1 ornamented heavy shield (+150gp)

Party:  1 ornamented longsword (+80gp, +1 to damage rolls)

Party:  12 small demon statues (100gp), 1 large demon statue (300gp)

Experience:

All: 368 each

Bladder Ball

The afternoon sun was purpling the bellies of the clouds.  Dusk beetles, flies and myriad other creatures emerged as the heat of the day waned in the dying light.  The grassy field rustled in the gentle breeze and the babbling brook meandered its way southeast.

“OOOF!!!” grunted Gorsbak, slamming into the soft earth, dropping both the bladderball and his club.  With a howl of frustration, he scrambled back to his feet, club in hand, and gave chase to the orc that flattened him.  Catching the big lug as he rumbled down the field, Gorsbak jumped up and whacked him in the head with his club.  The bigger orc stopped running and turned, anger on his face.

“‘oo ‘it Lunk,” he bellowed.  “Lunk’ll smash you,” he raged, swinging a massive fist at Gorsbak’s head.

Ducking, Gorsbak yelled, “Stoopit Lunk!” as Moftoof crouched behind Lunk’s knees and Roksmash charged in.  Gorsbak dropped to his knee and arched his back.  Roksmash jumped onto Gorsbak and leapt into the big orc, smashing into his face and chest, knocking him back a step, causing Lunk to trip over Moftoof.  As he started to fall, Gorsbak snatched the bladderball back and sprinted off down the field.

The Singers: A Wagon Approaches

The northern most scouts chirped like the Caroji beetle, sending the simple message to ready for battle.  Throughout the wood, 45 archers re-nocked 45 arrows and waited.  The wagon was coming from the North, this would be a shipment of payment from Daggerburg.

Omni, a warrior, prepared himself for the attack.  Around the corner to the north he saw two dire wolf steeds with goblin riders.  His bitterness and anger flamed as more goblins, on foot, came into view.  By his count, nearly 80 goblins had rounded the corner before the wagons started to come into view.  As the lead goblins passed his position, roughly midway down the line of Singers flanking the road, he glanced back to see the last wagon, followed by yet more goblins, 8 wagons in all, most, heavily laden, each being pulled by a pair of large sized Spitting Drakes.  Goblin herders wrangled the drakes and kept the train moving forward.  Following the wagons, another 30 or so goblins came into sight.

Omni did the math, this would likely be a bloody fight and several of the Singers might die today.  With that, he focused his bow on a particularly ugly goblin approx. 100′ away, and glanced to the right to check the position of the lead wagon.  As it approached the stone that marked First Shot, he drew back his bow.

As soon as the first wagon’s wheel passed the stone, 45 arrows flew into the unsuspecting goblins, pin-cushioning the Hobgoblin Commander, the dire wolves and their riders and dropping some 25 Goblin Cutters.  Even as they were falling and the goblins started to scramble about like ants after their nest is kicked, a second volley was loosed, felling another 20 Goblin Cutters and wounding most of the Goblin Warriors ahead of the wagons.

A third volley landed, dropping the drake herders and several of the warriors.  As a fourth volley flew, the drakes were getting agitated, the Hobgoblins in the rear were rallying the goblins into ragged ranks and the goblins in front of the wagons began throwing javelins into the trees.  It was obvious they had no idea where the elves were though, as all the javelins flew too low to be of any danger.  A fifth volley sung through the air, finishing more of the Warriors and the last few Cutters.  Of the original 80 goblins in front of the wagons, less than 20 remained.  The bows and arrows of the elves were finely crafted weapons.  When combined with the accuracy that years of training gives, the Singers were extremely accurate shots.  The Warriors ran around and around on the road, this way and that way, in and out, making seemingly random throws into the trees.  Seemingly random, until three of the singers fell out of their tree tops, each with a javelin in their chest.  The remaining Goblin Warriors targeted the right height and the right trees with surprising accuracy.

As the sixth volley flew, two more singers were taken down.  But, it was too little too late:  the seventh volley killed the last of the goblins in front of the train.

The Hobgoblin Commanders in the rear had split up, each taking a group of 16 Warriors with them as they flanked the wagons, looking to the trees from behind small wooden shields.  As the eighth volley started to fall, the hobgoblins shouted a guttural command, and the goblins all raised their shields, blocking nearly a third of the archers’ shots.  The remainder were wounded, but shook it off, responding by throwing javelins back into the trees.  Only 1 singer was hit, but not knocked out of his tree.  Two of the singers who had been knocked out of their trees were getting back up and gathering their bows.

A ninth volley fell and once again the hobgoblins’ command had the goblins raising shields.  This time, less than half the arrows found their target, 2 of the goblins fell, but the rest advanced toward the trees at a run in a more-or-less straight line, the hobgoblins pressing from behind.  The archer’s launched their tenth volley into the advancing line of goblins.  Several more fell, but the line kept coming.  Omni and a few others aimed for the hobgoblins, several scoring hits, but this seemed to do little more than piss the Commanders off as they urged their charges to move faster toward the trees.  Moments later, the archers were nocking their eleventh arrows, but the goblins were now obscured by the same foliage that had kept the archers safe.

Omni spotted one below him, its shield raised above its head, making itself a very small target indeed.  The goblin started climbing Omni’s tree.  Returning the arrow to his quiver and shouldering the bow, Omni started down the tree to meet the goblin.  Drawing his sword he picked a likely place and drew his longsword.  As the goblin clambered up the last branch, it dropped the shield and poked at Omni with a short spear, it missed and the elf swung down, hacking toward the goblin with a vertical strike.  The goblin ducked back around the massive trunk of the old Oak.  On the other side of the tree, just above the elf’s position, a javelin was flying at Omni before he realized the goblin had moved.  At the last moment he twisted out of the way so the sharp tip glanced off his ribcage, cutting through his leather armor and leaving a stinging gash in his flesh.  He reacted with a powerful swing of his sword, scoring a glancing blow of his own that left a dent in the goblin’s rusted helm.  Another stab missed him as he parried its thrust.  Another stab, and another, and he found himself, to his surprise, staying on the defensive.

With a determined effort, Omni swung a feint as he Danced the Steel, delivering a slashing blow that took the goblin in the thigh.  For an instant, the goblin reacted to the cut in his leg instead of the elf in front of him.  It was his undoing.  Omni seized the moment and delivered a Brutal Strike to the goblin, driving the point of his blade through armor, flesh and bone.  The goblin fell, twisting through the air and bouncing off tree limbs, landing on the ground below with a sickening crunch.

Omni looked around to see goblin corpses at the bottom of several trees.  He looked down at the wagons, the drakes had not bolted, which surprised him until he realized they were chewing on their fallen handlers.  Back down the road, he saw one of the hobgoblins and two of his warriors, running back the way they had come as a rain of arrows fell toward them.  When it landed, the three creatures were each impaled by no less than eight arrows each.  In the forest, the elves were coming down out of their trees.  There were six dead and two badly wounded, Wolajun’s leg had been pierced by a goblin’s javelin and Nijana’s hand had been run through by a goblin’s spear.  Several of the druid’s charmed the drakes so they were docile and manageable.  The Elders inspected the wagons.  One was laden with barrels of disgusting slops, the goblin’s food supply.  Another contained crates of chickens, likely intended for the drakes.  The others were laden with gold, weapons and armor.  The dead and injured elves were loaded into the wagons, and the train began to move.  Within an hour, they turned off the main road and headed north east, back to the Songwood.

The Singers

Crouching on one of the thick upper limbs of the oak tree, she waited.  Patiently.  It took three days of exploring to find this particular trail.  But that’s why the elders sent her.  Olea was one of the tribe’s best hunters.
This trail was one of the main supply lines from the sea ports far to the south, most likely Areadne’s Cove (a favorite of smugglers, thieves and briggands) to Daggerburg.  As soon as they found it, Olea sent Naheala to gather the other Singers. Within hours they started to arrive; warriors, seekers, rangers and druids.   Now, Olea was surrounded by 45 of her brothers and sisters, all camoflaged and nearly invisible with arrows nocked and spells readied.  Now they waited for the caravan to Daggerburg.  Who could say when it would pass, but the singers were vastly outnumbered so they were forced to harry the supply lines and make the occasional sortie as they could not attack Daggerburg directly.

The Story So Far – 2011-07-07

Player Character Role Class Race
Lofton Arranis Controller Wizard Eladrin
Jason Reef Striker Rogue “Human”
Sabin Xaelin Striker Sorcerer Dragonborn
Pete Orin Tank Fighter Mul (half-dwarf)
Michael Kriv Tank Paladin Dragonborn
Katey Jasmine Controller Druid Human
Perrin Alphazar Leader/Striker Hybrid Druid/Shaman Wilding

After exploring the Harken forest for several days, Jasmine had seen neither hide nor hair of a Woodsinger elf, but she had often felt like she was being watched, yet nothing was ever there when she looked.

Sitting on a stump to eat her lunch one sunny day, the beautiful sunlit leaves casting dancing shadows on the forest floor, she heard a scrabbling of feet behind her and then felt a terrible wallop on the back of her head.  She started to her feet but a second wallop sent her sprawling and everything faded to black.

* * * * *

When Mahindarel had called the saplings to come to his grove, several had rushed to be first to get there.  As always, Alphazar moseyed along, without a care in the world.  He eventually arrived at the grove.  Mahindarel looked down at the youngster and frowned, “Late again Alphazar, when will you learn?”  Addressing the saplings, he said, “I have called you here at the request of the Council.”  The saplings murmured and whispered at the mention of the Council of the Four Winds.  Mahindarel waited patiently, and then resumed, “Two of you will need to go to visit the Leafless.”  The murmuring was louder this time at the mention of the Leafless.  Most of the saplings had never left the woods, and even among those who had ventured further, only a handful had ever seen a Leafless – Scrawny, short, stumpy things with animal’s fur on the top of their heads instead of leaves.

Alphazar was one of those few; he had been particularly peeved one day and had gone off to be alone.  He had walked for two days before he came upon the stone and thatch dwelling where the Leafless lived.  He had stayed to watch for several more days but eventually became bored with their routine and headed home.

Branches shot up as Mahindarel asked for volunteers.  Alphazar’s were not among them.  Mahindarel selected Jocureel as the first of two.  Alphazar noticed the branches going down long before he noticed the elder’s stare, and then he realized what he was seeing.  “What?  Me?  You don’t want to send me.”

“Oh but I do,” said Mahindarel, “It is past time that you should grow up and begin to take some responsibility in your life.  You are the oldest of the saplings and have still not earned your bark.  This is just the thing to get your head out of the clouds and into the woods.”

“But, but,” protested Alphazar, “look there, Dorianis is a better Druid than I’ll ever be, and no one can touch Giramgend when he has his totem in his hand.  Clearly, they would be better choices.”

“I think not, you will go,” declared the Elder.

The following day, Jocureel and Alphazar headed north toward the town the Leafless called Harkenwold.  Just past the edge of the Woods.

After travelling for 3 days, they were discovered.  At first, whatever it was that had found them remained hidden, but when the sun had set, they found themselves surrounded by a gaggle of hostile bullywugs.  The tree folk started to put up a fight, but after Jocureel had one of his upper branches chopped off, they yielded and were captured.  Several days passed before they were sold to the hobgoblin.  He brought them back to a cave where he kept them locked in a cell with a dire wolf for company.  They were very glad that the wolf was a carnivore, though they lived in fear of his terrible fangs nonetheless.

They were right to.  The wolf took to chewing on Jocureel, which amused the hobgoblins to no end.  Within a week, Jocureel was dead.  Now, the wolf was eying Alphazar.  Yesterday, the hobgoblins had dragged in one of the Leafless and chained her up in one of the alcoves.

* * * * *

Having been sent from Fallcrest to the Harkenwold to investigate reports of the Iron Circle’s nefarious activities, the Paladin rode steadily along the King’s Road.  Kriv was rapidly becoming bored and frustrated that the journey was so long and the mission so pointless. (The Iron Circle has always been a raggedy band of thieves and cutpurses.  They’re usually nothing the town watch can’t deal with.)

Sometime around midday, he saw movement in the trees to the south of the road.  Not wanting to be waylaid by highwaymen, he drew his sword and prepared to gallop, but then he saw a gnarled green foot beneath some branches and realized this was probably some orcs or goblins.  He hoped for the latter as it would then be an unfair fight.  With a great cry, he charged the woods, scattering the goblins this way and that.  Two fell to his sword before he dismounted, three more fell after.  Three others ran away, he pursued, on foot, knowing it would take too long to mount again.  His righteous anger was upon him and he was determined to slay these evil creatures.  He caught up to the third runner when it tripped over a tree root.  He lopped off its head as it was scrambling to its feet.  The other two ran into a nearby cave, so he ran after them, barreling through a short passage and a chamber where five or six goblins lay dead.  He did not slow to count.  His quarry was just ahead when suddenly the first runner was cleaved in half and the second nearly had its head chopped off, the axe swung again as the biggest dwarf he’d ever seen came into view.  This strike was true and the last goblin fell to the ground, dead.

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After slaughtering the goblins and their pets in the first two chambers, the adventurers decided to rest a little before tackling the final door.  Keeping a watchful eye on the tunnel and the door, they meditated and recovered to prepare themselves for whatever was behind the door.

Suddenly, there was the sound of scrabbling footsteps and belabored breathing from the tunnel.  Orin quickly brought his battle axe to bear and as the unsuspecting goblin nearly ran into him he sliced it in two.  Lorian prepared to cast a spell into the mix, while the second goblin slowed to avoid the next strike.  Then, as the goblin tried to run past Orin, he found himself being introduced to the sharp side of Orin’s axe and fell dead to the floor.  Orin quickly drew back; ready to strike at whatever it was that had been chasing the goblins down the tunnel.  Just as he was about to strike, a Dragonborn in chainmail armor stopped and raised a hand to dismiss the attack.  Distrustful, Orin challenged the Dragonborn to determine if he be friend or foe.  After some squabbling and bravado on both sides, Orin decided that the Dragonborn passed muster and walked with him past the goblin corpses, back into the chamber where proper introductions were made and the adventurers added a 5th to their party.

* * * * *

Orin and the newcomer, Kriv, crashed open the double doors, weapons drawn and attacks ready, the spell casters and the rogue readied in the rear.

As soon as the door was opened, the chaos of battle took over as goblin blackblades, hobgoblin grunts, wolves, a goblin warrior and a hobgoblin warcaster all joined the melee.  Pinned in the doorway by the crush of enemies, Orin and Kriv fought valiantly to advance the party into the room where the mages could use their blast spells.  Lorian reacted with cat like reflexes, practiced hands moving deftly as he placed a swirling sphere of fire deep into the room, burning several of its inhabitants.  This he followed with a sweet and sinister lullaby that slowed several of the enemy.  Reef, cursed with the Crossbow-that-never-hits, shot several times in vain, no matter how steadily he handled the bow.  Xaelin saw an opening where Orin had slain the goblins and advanced to cast his spells more effectively.  Lightening split the air as his spells found target after target.  As the endless tide of greenskins began to falter, the druid chained in the alcove transformed into beast form and back again; releasing herself from bondage.  Then she too began casting spell after spell to destroy the terrible creatures.  One of the hobgoblins managed to get to the lever that opened the cage where the dire wolf lived.  As the cage opened, the great beast bayed and slavered and leapt forward, finding itself fighting an ancient spirit of the forest in ape form.  Out of the cage came a white wolf that charged the nearest hobgoblin, ripping out his throat.  The white wolf was followed by a bear rampaging toward the dire wolf and attacking its flank.  At some point, Orin was given the chance to show off his gladiatorial athletics skills as the Warcaster tossed him into a pit, almost.  At another, a well-aimed shot that defied the nature of the Crossbow-that-never-hits, took the dire wolf in the eye and it was no more.  One by one the greenskins and their pets fell.  Until, at last, the party stood amidst the death and destruction, facing a human druid, and one of the fabled tree folk, his skin of bark and limbs like branches, covered in pale green leaves.  As the battle ended, the white wolf padded toward him and faded away, and the ape dematerialized as it returned to the spirit world from whence it came.  Lorian released his fire sphere and that was that.

Reef and Kriv attempted, in vain, to topple the statue, while Orin eyed the two sets of double doors at the back of the chamber.  The ones on the right appeared to be made of iron.  The ones on the left:  wood.  Orin decided to try his luck on the wooden doors.  With a few mighty chops of his axe he smashed through the doors and found a small chest containing a Potion of Healing and approx. 120gp.

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Treasure:

Party:  10 leather armor, 4 light shields, 4 longswords, 1 spear, 5 javelins, 6 short swords, 1 staff, 1 grimy robes

Party:  vellum sheet – a letter from Chief Krand of the Bloodreavers ordering the warcaster here to capture villagers to transport to Thunderspire for use as slaves.

Party:  Potion of Healing.  Minor action – drink and spend a healing surge to regain 10 hit points.

Party:  130gp

Experience:

All: 208 each