The party, hungry for adventure, wealth, fame, and all that good stuff, convened in the Floating Eye on the fringes of the town's poor quarter. Life in Mornington had been quiet – too quiet for the likes of these wanderlust-led ones – but Boon was about to receive a piece of unsettling news. His cousin, Shane, from a poorer branch of the family, and owners of a small farm on the fringes of the farmed plain surrounding Mornington, begged for help. His brother, Thom, had gone missing from his family's farm nearly a week ago now. The party agreed to help ("just to tide us over until we get a real adventure") and after queryng Shane about the particulars of Thom's disappearance, piled into Shane's wagon and headed out to his farm.
Passing through the other farms on the way, they were stopped by a farming couple, whose son had also recently gone missing in unexplained circumstances. One of the couple's heifers had been killed, too – mutilated. When the party were shown the rotting remains, Sariar quickly recognized the claw-marks gashed into the few remaining lumps of flesh as belonging to Kobolds. Gharash was not impressed by Erin's intimation that Kobolds and Dragonborn were kindred.
The party proceeded at last to Shane's farm. There, they were shown the tracks left by the kidnappers. Signs of a struggle, drag marks, and, yes, more claw marks. Once again, they pointed to Koboldkin involvement.
The direction of the tracks, along with the short line formed by the two farms reporting kidnappings, pointed to a location.. the abandoned Farqhard Manor, about a day-and-a-half from Mornington.
Once again aboard Shane's cart, they headed for the Manor, but not before Shane, out of family loyalty, strapped on his heirloom sword (a terrible, rusty, dented, and generally worthless piece) and vowed to follow!
As evening fell, the party set up a lean-to from the cart turned upon its side, and settled down to rest, Sariar keeping watch as he maintained his trance.
As the wan light of morn rose above the plain, voices were heard! Small figures with snarling reptilian mouths and claws – the Kobolds had attacked!
It was a group of about nine of the little buggers, led by a shouting, spear-wielding figure. Two bore long pikes, and the remainder all rather looked as if they would have preferred to stay at home.
Battle was joined! The kobolds milled around uncertainly, jabbing at the party and scuttling just out of range. This tactic didn't save them, though. Erin leapt upon the cart and sniped at kobolds with her crossbow. Sariar launched blasts and spheres of eldritch fire. Gharash called upon the might of Melora to bolster his gobbets of sizzling lightning. Eldeth wielded her hammer with crippling accuracy, while Boon bellowed a mixture of threats, encouragment and mockery, pointing out weaknesses for his allies to exploit. (Sadly, his jibes worked his allies into such a fury that they couldn't hit the broad side of a barn…)
In the end, all but two of the kobolds were slain. One of the rabble had fled after missing Eldeth with every single one of his three javelins. One of the pikers was knocked into a twitching, unconscious heap by Sariar's Magic Missile.
Quote of the Session: "Your sword is crap, but your spirit is good." – Boon to Shane when he joined with the party to look for Thom.
* The brother of someone's cousin is also their cousin.
* Shane was mysteriously absent during the fight with the Kobolds. (Guess he's not as brave as his cousin)