Session 44 - Ryan's Oneshot - The Followers of Goldenbel part 1 (recap)

In this session, our party searched for the Fiery Head of Avarice…

Poetry Contest

• Salil went first
  • Hey everyone, my name is Salil. I’ve been doing my study abroad program over with the goblin tribes of the South, and so I thought I would do my my story in the form of goblin poetry.

Come dance away when the lights all fade
We’ll sharpen our teeth and scrub our blade
In darkness we dance as we roam the glen
For pretty pink flesh to feast on again
We’ll scratch out eyes and pierce rib cages
We’ll drag limbs home and feast for ages,
A squishy eyeball twists the teeth
And warms the belly underneath.
Finger flesh off the bone makes us happy
Makes us moan
In the caves we’ll then return
until we hunger
until we yearn, we’ll come again.
We’ll come again.

• Xoc went second

yellow crushed meats of dried apricots form islands and blood ladybugs swim on flat stone the dances have ceased across hand over hand my single nerve stretch taught to where your virgin gold breasts heave more spring this rye of maize your blood will grow and thoughts as blades my love for you was full.

• Van brought up the rear:

In forests and hills of legend and lore
There once lived a clan of the elves we abhor
Their arrogant height and their pansy décor
Were merely the first of the crimes they’d pay for!

Now these elves had a problem, a terrible plight,
They didn’t know ale and they had no fist-fights,
Their lives were pale shadows, their boredom a blight,
So they went to the dwarves to deliver their spite.

For it’s hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Came the elves to the fortress, the mountain-home grand,
They indicted the baron; "You’ve clear cut this land!
You have chopped down our brethren, you short little man,
Of course this means war, now deliver, now stand!"

(two bars’ pause for drunken laughter)

When the elves were all dead, the dwarves were confused,
Who were these strange fools, so quickly abused?
“More blood for the blood god,” the Baron’s wife mused,
And they went back beneath where the hot magma oozed.

For it’s hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

Well the dwarves kept on choppin’ that forest to stumps
And the elves’ fighting spirits were down in the dumps
They sieged once again, but were met by the pumps
While the elves’ fat was melting, the dwarves got more plump!

(one bar’s pause for drunken chortling)

Back in the forest, at the elven retreat
The elves were quite puzzled by this sound defeat
“Perhaps,” said the druid, “we shouldn’t compete,
“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Now pass me the meat!”

For it’s hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

In the Smooth Points of Pride, a new fortress was found,
With incredible wealth in the depths of the ground,
And the elves came to trade though they scowled and they frowned,
For the trinkets of this place were scepters and crowns.

A talc ring for berries, a goblet for cloth,
It seemed that the riches were sweet heady broth,
So the elves kept on coming, despite their great wroth,
Till the day it all ended in red bloody froth.

For it’s hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok,
The dwarves strike the earth and make love to the rock!
Oh, Blood for the Blood God, more blood for Armok!
It’s a hey-di-lee hi, and ho-di-lee hok.

_(two bar quiet pause)__

Rude interruption

• A bard by the name of Kit Harlow interrupted the contest.
  • “Defund Hopstra, return the shiny head!”
• He left his jacket with a note:
  • (Followers of the goldenbel cliff notes)
    • Mission: In order to form a supreme being and bring honor to our place of birth and Baldurs Gate our home we will embody the blood of the golden dragon and add magic to our veins.
    • Oath of FOG: Unclear and smeared
    • Legend of FOG: In the shadows of the hills where Baldur’s Island rests is a temple. Immune to scything magic and detection by foes we gather to seek glory and strength. Together we seek sorcery for the good of our own and those we serve. There was once a bond of man and dragon working to find common good but the dragon broke oath and disrupted our progress. It was through the actions of our most skilled that we cast away the dragons and enemies and are able to gain their blood in small doses. Several smeared pages.
    • What we need:At all cost we must protect our shrine and maintain possession of the Fiery Head of Avarice. Without this our mission is doomed and bards of baldur’s gate will…smeared pages Recommended text:Copy of Followers of the goldenbel ha Random series of books History of golden chromatic dragonsYearbooks of yesteryearComplete Work of ShakespeareKnown enemies:Dog-defense of goldendragonsHigh elves of Durango

Loot

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NPCs Interacted With

• Barley Pan
• Dean Valmore
• Kit Harlow

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