The party wakes up and deliberates on today’s course of action. We can’t decide whether we should next investigate foort or furt. Being the wisest decision, we allow Jesus Pig to make the decision for us. Scratching his chinny chin chin, he knowingly points his foot at furt and we set off under cover of darkness. We hone the nature skills of a gameboy and have no idea where we are, and somehow lose the road. With astuteness never before seen, Gabark detects 30 or so horses to the southwest headed northeast. We muster our best nature skills and at least figure out roughly where we are, southeast of the furt. We travel carefully toward the furt with Gabark in the lead. The forest gets dense as we approach it. Gabark pulls ahead for some SRS reconnoiter action. I see a clearing leading up to a fort looking very similar to the other with a road that appears to be well traveled, however no horses are seen. Just then, we see the 30 horsemen appear on the road and quickly do nothing. Upon chillin we hear the lead lady say something about murdering awesome people because they’re scurred. We decide to chill and wait. We see additional horsemen, totaling in about 40. Nobody’s going into the furt but there is much travel in the area, in a hasty search-like fashion. Everyone seems to be bearing a merchant flag familiar to Evennia and Rombolas. Rohgar suggests checkin out foort and Gabark considers a mission impossible on furt.
We go with Rohgar’s idea and make haste toward foort. We arrive to find foort in a state of disrepair. Gabark fabricates a plan of pure genius to set a delayed trap that will cause an explosion in foort by the time we arrive back at furt to draw all the peoples away so we may make our assault. Gabark executes a “steath” maneuver whist banging pans together and knocking over trash cans, lucky for us foort is empty. We find some lamps and nothing really useful for an explosion. We decide instead to start a massive fire by tearing down what structures there are and building a huge fire pit. We douse the pile with lamp oil and make a few puddles of lamp oil on the side with candles in them. We light the candles for a delayed fuse effect at Tower Foort.
Almost all the way back to furt the fire ignites and grows to Chicago-size proportions. As we return to furt we see the horsemen bookin it for the fire. In an effort to be quick about it, we rush the door of the now undermanned furt to smash it in. Gabark is found to be more in the way than anything and gets pushed into the dirt mid-charge. Rombolas hits the cement column instead of the door, like he does. The rest crash into the door and knock it down. The only one there is a little crapass kid who pees himself at the sight of Rombolas. Tristrim and Evennia stay to watch the kid and the rest of us get to shoppin. Tristrim interrogates the kid and finds out that they are guarding a main base, Isila is planning an assault on Glyrath. Isila has a sister, aparently named Evennia. Isila hates her and wants to blow up their hometown. Further questioning reveals that the merchants are here to supply Isila, merely acting as mercenaries. Gabark, Rombolas and Rohgar return with an ass ton of rations and lots of explody stuff. We load the rations and Rombolas makes quick work of the kid, sending his life juices flyin. With one last sweep of the furt we find a map that shows where the main fort is. We plant the powder kegs by the towers, and bring a horse loaded up with rations. As we head south along the road the furt becomes no more in a shower of flame and wood splinters.
We head east back toward the camp, feeling pretty good about the day. As we approached the area where our camp is, we see a large fire coming in the direction of the camp. Gabark pulls ahead and with the perception of 1,000 eagles and finds us walking into a trap. The fire set to draw us in, the passengers corraled in the corner of the clearing and a bunch of baddies all about. We strategically place ourselves around the clearing and Gabark initiates combat with the best signal of all, his arrow releaving one of the enemies of their gray matter. Everyone runs in a-smashin, nearly every strike bringing down another foe until our surprise is exhausted. Doc blames us for this happening which nearly results in him being left for dead. Combat rages on, Evennia and Tristrim get sliced in the leg good, losing mobility. Gabark fells another minion and Tristrim get’s well-smashed, knocked down and dazed. Rombolas unleashed hellish rebuke upon the ground at his feet, frightening nobody. Dude man moves in for the revenge and smacks Rombolas a little. Rogar moves in for a tactical kill and swings high, with the collective anger of the elder dragons he unleashes a lightning bolt upon a poor soul’s head. Evennia swings and burnenates her foe. More small blows are exchanged, some people get marked. Gabark lays out the last minion. Dude swings his morning star to make a killing blow onto Tristrim, Gabark attempts to interrupt the action with an arrow but sinks it instead into a nearby tent, luckily dude was a little distracted or something and somehow misses a prone giant. Tristim, feeling unhappy about how things have gone, crushes this man in the side of his face with his halberd relieving him of several teeth, and kicks dirt into his face wound. Rombolas attempts another hellish rebuke and scorches his opponent, adding god knows what extra damage for whatever reason. Rombolas’ guy runs for the hostages and grabs a kid, dick move. Rohgar swings and misses, Evennia smashes her dude. Combat rages on, the minions fell quickly but the remaining foes have proven themselves worthy opponents.