I play an adult game, meaning there is the attempt to have a mix of races and sexes in my game, and that means there will be prejudices, racism, sexism, sexual situations, possible illegal narcotics, and other mature points that don't get hand waved, brushed over, or softshoed. I don't plan on them, but it does happen.
This meeting was one of them where through some weird wandering monster checks followed by an astronomically remote reaction check and subsequent attraction check had one of the party members pretty much become the masturbatory plaything of an amorous 11' hill giantess. We could have avoided it, but the druid had his heart set on a carnivorous sheep (don't ask) and the primrose path led us to this situation.
It makes sense. Sort of. Either way, I laughed my ass off.
Write up follows:
At this time, Einar had approached Dizzy and informed the cleric that he was not looking forward to being left behind for this. The Randarbane poisoning he had contracted almost 3 weeks ago had run its course and the erstwhile member of the party was anxious to get out there and add his efforts to the cause. This was a good thing for us since we would not only have an experienced wilderness person to take us out to the area we expected to uncover the K’Morat Warren, but we would not have to worry about him leaving us afterwards.
We gathered up our belongings, split up what gear was needed, and went over the plan once again. Head up the Enderlyn River staying on the west side for roughly a day and a half until we arrived at the area marked off as a clear area some 3 plus miles wide roughly east and north of Long Ridge Mountain. From there we would look for signs, trails, notes, or anything else that would help us narrow down our search for the Warren. We expected to be out many days and everyone had 5 or so days of food on us for now.
By 12 we had let Hornes and the rest of the Randari know that they do not have to come with us. We promised Hornes to bring at least one of the K’Morat back with us. Alive, feet optional please.
We left the camp and in the warm mid to late summer sun, started making excellent time along the grassy shores of the Enderlyn River. The waterway meandered north from Base Camp, running at a good 4 miles per hour, widening and narrowing as the land dictated but staying over 150’ wide in many places. Eventually we came around the foothills that we had travelled to before and the trip turned more of a northwesterly run as we travelled on.
By 5:30 we found a decent place to camp, a fire was forgone for now, and after eating and setting up the tent we organized a watch (Merica not needing to take a turn this first day out) and then took turns. Dizzy, Hjalgrim, Sybil, Thalin, and then Einar – no issues, no problem. The next day was Firemonth the 20th and it was cooler today, the crisp mountain air promising low 60’s at best and the heavy cloud cover blocking most direct sun for the trip ahead. By 7 AM we were off and ready to arrive at our destination later today depending on how the trip went.
By 8:30 we had arrived at an area where the range itself drew close to the river, making a steep sloped area on this side of the river where erosion had stripped the soil away and what few trees grew here were poorly rooted to the side of the steep slope. A number of small falls and rapids dictated almost 1,000 feet of the Enderlyn’s stretch. Einar flat out said he felt very uncomfortable leading the group up along the shore line here. Unlike the other 2 falls we had traversed on the way to Base Camp from Sorton, this one was not cut and shaped but was still raw and wild. Too great of a chance for someone to slip and either get hurt and/or fall into the Enderlyn and be swept away.
So even though it would add time to our trip, the decision was to back track a quarter mile, find passage up and over the ridge line close to here but NOT near the river, and then come down on the other side and continue on our trip.
We managed to work our way up the steep slope, in many places hitting over 50 degrees of incline. Hjalgrim and his manservant, Percy, were in the rear when a section of ground gave way beneath them and they slipped, fell, slid, rolled, and careened down almost 150’ before coming to a stop near a series of tight Douglas firs. They were pretty battered up but Hjlagrim seemed to shrug it off after Percy helped him to his feet. With extra care we continued on and them came down the other side and by 11:30, were heading back north towards the river and then west once more.
As we came to the edge of the larger clear area with 3’ meadow grass and countless copses of trees we did note in the distance 2 figures striding along near the banks of the Enderlyn and coming in this direction with a swagger that belied they had little worry. We could tell they were tall and gangly, but at a mile, could make out no other details for now. So we hid behind the closest copses, relying on the thick trunks and tall grasses to hide us and waited.
Eventually the duo closed enough for us to see they were hill trolls; over 8’ tall, wrinkled mottled baggy skin, dark hair, walking with an exaggerated gait. There were two ropes trailing into the river and they were dragging it slow while one of them was bitching to the other one. Dizzy who was able to understand and speak troll took to listening in and translating for us. Seems they were hungry, always hungry lately. Their tribe had gotten their ass kicked 2 months or so ago by a local kobold tribe and their chief had been taken during the fight, the other trolls killed and burned – only these two managed to survive and escape. There was talk about going back and attacking the now much weaker tribe but the smarter one of the two dismissed it saying that even with the reduced numbers, there were more than enough kobolds to take out the two trolls.
They went out of sight, heading towards the east and following the river. Dragging a fishing net they had been reduced to gathering their food and Dizzy suggested we avoid them and the river for now. We headed almost due west from here and eventually ended up where we wanted to arrive on the map, looking around us. South and west was the towering line of the Long Ridge Range, south was a smaller peak and ridge. North led to the Enderlyn River and there was no sign of kobolds or their warren.
Einar called on Frey to speak with some animals and got into a conversation with some finches. Best he could understand was on the other side of the mountain were taller enemies (Giants? Trolls? Ogres?) and maybe the kobolds. But there was also a rock drake that flew about looking for smaller or single foes to assault. Best way to avoid it was to go through the tunnel. Tunnel? There is supposedly a tunnel running UNDER the Long Ridge Range that the finches occasionally dare when they are having bravery contests. It would allow us to bypass the rock drake.
We decided to head south from here, go over the smaller range and peak, and then hopefully before the sun sets too much, establish a camp on the other side at the mountain base and look for the tunnel in the morning. The trip up was tiring and the slope was dangerously steep, many of us sliding and struggling to make the ascendance. Once more Hjalgrim and Percy slipped, Sybil joining them as the three of them rolled and scratched and scrambled eventually to a stop. Healing was doled out and even though it was going to take time, the decision was to rope everyone together with Merica in the back and Einar in the front.
The trip continued on and the sun was setting as we went down the steep slope on the other side of the ridge. There were three mountains that made a “V” shaped valley here and we settled in for a long night, the party splitting up into watches with Dizzy taking the first. Aching and tired, the group fell asleep.
Not very long into the dark night of Dizzy’s watch, he heard heavy treads in the forest wandering about and then getting closer. He stayed alert and calm, looking carefully until his infravision picked up an 11’ tall bipedal humanoid figure standing not too far away and grunting at him in a voice that sounded like rocks grinding against one another. Since Dizzy spoke Giant, he was able to tell that it was a Hill Giant, a giantess actually, and her name was Narnul. She wanted to know what was going on, who he was, what the group was doing here, and what was up.
Seemingly completely incapable of doing ANYTHING regarding a giant, Dizzy stayed calm and spoke at length to Narnul. He did drop his crossbow when she asked and eventually she came closer. Her clothing was poorly cured hides and she was holding a 7’ long tree complete with a knobby root ball. She sat down and then had a conversation with Dizzy, willing to “keep watch with him” and the dwarven cleric/thief just did his best to stay calm.
When it was time to awaken Merica, Dizzy decided completely against it since the taciturn dwarf was not known for decorum, tact, or courtesy. Instead he stayed awake through the next watch and hoped Narnul would get bored and go away.
That didn’t happen and she continued to chitchat, her voice carrying through the night air. Which then attracted ANOTHER figure, this one a bit over 10’ tall, waxy dark lumpy skin, holding a large torch, wearing a woolen dress, and sporting a single eye. A Cyclops. And she knew Narnul, calling her a bitch, at which Narnul told her to relax. The Cyclops was named Dinka and she lived near here. Complained that the talking was keeping her sheep up and since we were already up and here, might as well join her at her keep.
The rest of the party was now up and there were serious concerns amongst everyone – a hill giant and a Cyclops?! We had little choice we felt and opted to go with the two of them to the remains of a Randari Keep not more than a few hundred yards from where the party was camping. One of the guard towers was still standing and Dinka had erected a ¼ acre pen around the back where half a dozen 200 lb larger than normal sheep were milling about. They looked big, ferocious, and when we got close enough, they had freaking canines mixed in with their herbivorous teeth.
Einar was intrigued and we went up to the 2nd floor with Dinka and Narnul. We were told we could sleep here and when it was talked about Einar getting a sheep, a complex deal was made where Narnul would pay Dinka for one of the sheep and she would give it to Dizzy who could then give it to Einar. For a price. Like two days of pleasure with the giantess. Dizzy balked but Narnul was not in a listening mood and the deal was assumed to be “done”. Dinka gave Narnul to use of one of the rooms with a door on it and told her to “have fun.”
Dizzy was taken into the room, made to strip while Narnul did the same. She was large, pendulous, hairy, and had a aroma about her that was not pleasing. She didn’t seem to want to use Dizzy carnally and didn’t care about his pleasure; she instead wanted to use him as a living doll to pleasure herself and before Dizzy knew what was happening, he was dragged forward and pressed against her damp fleshy folds where his struggles served to excite Narnul in what was to be almost 40 eventual hours of for one of the two, a traumatic filthy, stinking, sticky, irritating experience.
The rest of the party eventually tried to ignore the non-consensual erotic noises coming from behind the door and fell into a rough and disturbed sleep, Dinka having gone upstairs to her own chamber. When we awoke the next day, Dizzy and Narnul were still going at it after some periods of rest, the dwarven cleric managing to attract Sybil attention through the door, asking the Halfling thief to find him "a bucket please, for water, and quick!"
Sybil wandered into the next chamber which Dinka had repurposed as a meat hanger. Bodies of kobolds, wolves, even what seemed to be gnome, were hanging here, slit open and drained/draining of blood. Some buckets, but nothing she could use. So she went upstairs. Larger central chamber and one closed room which she could see Dinka was sitting on her bed and combing her hair. She asked the Cyclops for some water and was eventually directed to the room in the corner on this floor.
There was an oversized spinning wheel here, lots of partially spun fleece, and 4 huge skeins of it on shelves leaning on the wall. But there were two metal gallon buckets here as well as a bent pipe from the ceiling that led to a cistern on the roof. She was short and couldn’t reach so dragged a 3 legged stool over, positioned the two buckets a few feet from the end of the pipe, stood on the stool and worked the hand sized cork out of the bent 1 ½” pipe.
Water flowed out at a fast pace, splashing into one bucket and then filling the other. The water went to the top and Sybil reached up to shove the cork back in place. But she lost her footing a bit and the cork was blown out of her grasp where it flew across the room and was lost in the fleece. She scrambled over there while water continued to come out of the pipe and overflow the bucket, run along the floor, and start to rain through the cracks in the mortar stone to the room below (where Dizzy looked at the water coming through the ceiling and was trying to wash the “stink” off of himself but Narnul wanted to do the same and she ended up using him a bit like a sponge.).
Not wanting to piss off the Cyclops host, Sybil climbed back up on the stool, reached up and held the pipe in one hand, and then took off her shirt and holding it wadded it, jammed it in the hole with her right hand. The flow of water lessened, but it was not a perfect fit and it was squirting out under high pressure raining about the Halfling who was now soaked to the skin. Deciding more clothes were needed, she let go of the pipe with her left hand, picked her glove off with her teeth, and then jammed THAT in the hole along with the shirt. Still going, but not perfect.
At this point she had jammed her right hand pretty far into the pipe and was reaching down with her left to undo her pants, letting them fall to her booted feet. But two things happened, her glove still on her hand was swelling up with water and now her hand was stuck in the pipe while water STILL rained down on her…and the stool she was standing on fell over from her gyrations in her attempt to kick her pants off and she was hanging there by one hand stuck in a water pipe, soaked to the skin, pants around her ankle, suspended a bit over 2’ off the ground.
It was time to call for help. She yelled for Dinka who came in and saw Sybil in her predicament and wanted to know WHY!?!? No real answer could explain the halfling’s situation so she was just helped free and Dinka told her to take the buckets and go while she plugged up the pipe with the now found cork. Sybil tied her sopping pants back into place and taking both buckets, went down the steps to the party.
Most of them were happy to see her with the buckets of water and it was assumed that one was for them…so they took it. Meaning she took the half filled bucket to the door and knocked where Narnul opened it, thanked Sybil as she was getting thirsty, and went to shut it again…while Dizzy was looking at Sybil with shock and disgust and the Halfling gave the dwarf the thumbs up for her efforts. He never got to use it to clean himself and Narnul drank most of the water, giving him the dregs to swallow before once more using him for her satisfaction.
Eventually Dinka came down and returned Sybil’s clothes and we talked about the mountain, her clan, trolls, kobolds, and other matters. She was estranged from her clan for 3 years as many of the members thought the leader’s desire to befriend the local ogre clan was a bad one. The clan was to the west of the Eskerton Tunnel, many miles on the shores of what she called Broken City Lake.
As for kobolds, they were on the opposite side of the lake in the forest in an old keep. She understood the clan to be sizable (over 100 of them) and the shaman was respectful of her until recently. A new shaman, much younger, had been through the tunnels in the last few months and had shown a serious lack of respect for her, actually entering her tower (hence the dead kobolds).
We thanked Dinka for her information and she did let us know if we did manage to get to the Warren and ran across her tribe, let her mother know she was ok and was waiting on word that the current Cyclops chief was now overthrown so she could return home.
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