Another Delve Adventure

I had hoped to run my Thieves’ Den adventure tonight, but there weren’t really enough players, so they decided to go on with travailing Dyson’s Delve.
Today’s Cast:
-Wren the Unpronounceable, a cryptic elvish sorceress
-Ishtal, a servant of Thor.
-Stoich the Stalker, an amorous elvish thief
Having successfully cleared out the first level of the Delve a few days ago, our heroes crept back into the Delve to try their luck again. They made it without incident down to the second level, and immediately set upon a room-full of goblins. The goblins put up a tough fight, even though Wren charmed one of them to fight on the heroes’ side. All the goblins were slaughtered, and looted. Our heroes left the room, and found themselves at an intersection. Four goblins were on guard, and attacked as well. Stoich was quickly knocked unconscious, and nearly lost an eye. Ishtal healed him, and they went on.
After passing another pair of junctions, our heroes came to another door. Hearing goblins on the other side, our heroes quickly decided to set the door alight. It worked, and by the time they’d burned through, the goblins and hobgoblins on the other side were ready, but scared out of their wits. The following battle was tough, but one of the hobgoblins (bearing a +1 battleaxe) was taken out by Stoich with a lucky early shot. In the end the battle was won, but Wren lay dying from his wounds. Ishtal used a scroll of cure light wounds Stoich had on him to heal the sorceress. Stoich, being rich already, was generous with the spoils, taking only a minor share of the gold. Wren decided to hang onto the two potions of healing that were found.
At this point, out of spells, and likely to soon be low on hit points, our heroes decided that, without their ally, the stout warrior Pollaro, they would stand little chance against the creatures of the Delve. They returned to the Crossroads Inn, bought some horses from the stable, and rode with Horace the Donkey to the town of Sanor.
Once there, it was straight to the tavern—the Blue Rogue. Stoich immediately decided to get roaring drunk, buying rounds for all, and even a rich banquet. He started talking with some of the merchants, hoping to find some information about their enemy, Argos. Ishtal started talking with a particularly interesting merchant, who had a book marked with the seal of a wizard’s guild. Wren struck up a conversation with a female barbarian-bard who’d been singing for the past few days. She surreptitiously asked for some songs about dragons, hoping to hear of his enemy, Karalor the Gold.
Karalor the Gold, it was said, was the general of the dragon army in the war against the sky-knights of Ravolox. He could destroy entire battalions of soldiers, and was feared throughout the land. At the end of the war, Ravolox sent out a fair legion of wizards. The battle in the hills was seen from afar; but after, neither side was heard of again.

This news worried Wren some, but before she could learn more, Stoich (now disgustingly drunk) decided to hit on the bard. She was not impressed, and smacked him across the face. Appreciative snickers from the crowd told our heroes that she was now well-known for this behaviour. Stoich tried again, getting knocked down for his trouble. Stoich returned to his drinking. He started high-stakes gambling with the merchants, and ended up making 300gp. However, in the morning, he wasn’t feeling so good. As it turned out, he’d first vomited all over the captain of the town guard (an old veteran of the wars), and punched the blacksmith in the face. The innkeeper was less than impressed, and probably would have kicked them all out, if Stoich hadn’t spent so much gold. In the stables, Stoich was surprised to see that he’d bought a whole host of chickens, for a ridiculous amount.

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