Adventures Upon the Tiefsich

Last night was game night . . .  so a little catching up . . . Leaving the ruins of the ancient dwarven castle the party struck out north, riding up a long unnamed valley they broke from the Blaudun Timberland and into the open plains. For three hard days they rode until arriving at the Teifsich, abroad, slow moving water way that cuts the Maenluth Plains on its way to the Drab Sinks. Their destination, Unklar's Iron, lay far to the north, across the many rivers and wide plains of the Gottland. Ten days of melt left the Teifsich swollen when they arrived.

They noted, on the far side of the river a hobgoblin driving a wagon pell mell in a northerly direction. He was armored but his wagon was ragged looking, with its cover gone and a blanket hanging on to the end and flapping in the breeze.

Soon thereafter they found Ferry run by a half dozen, rough looking halflings, armed and armored as they are want to be; they offered to take them over the river and set them on their way for only a few coins. Excepting the invitation, though with some reservations, the party mounted the boat.

About mid-river one of the younger halflings approached the cleric with his thumbs in his belt and asked "So what abouts are you fucks doing going north?" The cleric responded quizzically to which the halfling pulled two punch daggers and jammed one in his cheek and the other missed his throat by a hair. Suddenly the four halflings lept upon the party with all manner of weapons, including a trident and net. At first the party laughed them off pulling blades but quickly they realized the halflings were far tougher than they though and the melee turned bloody fast. Covered in tattoos and wielding a variety of magic the halflings cut into the party.

The fray turned deadly as Ki, the knight, took repeated blows to the chest and arm and the paladin became hard pressed. But in the end sorcery turned the tide as the cleric called down the Lambs of Sacrifice upon one and the mage shock-bolted another. Two of the halflings went down fighting, but when the third fell, one Geh, his brother Gel, threw aside his weapons and leapt upon the paladin; grabbing purchase he began to rain hammer like blows on the dwarf's face, breaking his nose with one lucky shot. An agonizingly long beating followed before the halfling was subdued and slain.

Too late they realized their comrades on the shore, cut the boats ropes and the barge went floating down river.

Stripping the halflings of arms and equipment they discovered that they wore all manner of tattoos they gave them both strength and agility.

Letting the barge drift down river, after several days they came to Lake Teifsich where the locals befriended them. Purchasing passage on a river boat they sailed down the river, through the sinks, to the Inner Sea. North then up the coast to the delta of the Sorgon where they road upriver for several days. At last they disembarked at the confluence of the Black and Sorgon to begin their overland journey to Unklar's Iron.