As a youngster i grew up reading penny dreadful’s – i’m not ashamed to admit it. Every chance I got I went to the trading post in search of a new read. “Amazing Adventures”, “Delvers of the Deep” and “Wilderness Explorers” were amongst a few of my favorites! Exciting stories of “fictional adventure” that any “real” scholar in a college or university totally dismisses as complete garbage – thus the term ‘penny dreadful’. I realize now that they lacked a few details in these adventures:
• How difficult it can be without a leader to gain consensus in a group and even agree upon a plan
• How disorganized combat can be even with the most detailed of plans
• How much traveling and fighting opponents in foul weather really sucks!
• Never, never fight griffins under full moons – we were warned and didn’t listen – if my journal should ever leave my hands and be found by another – trust me just don’t do it!
After dispatching the manticore Missy lead us to a cave to hole up in case the griffins attacked at night. A couple of griffins did follow us to the cave. It was getting dark very quickly and my weather sense told me that we were in for a major storm tomorrow. The cave we found was at the end of a dried up stream bed – not good. In the event of a torrential down pour the cave would not be a safe place for us. The cave was empty and went back several yards ending in a hole where any water that might flow in would travel down. We briefly explored the cave below to ensure nothing would attack us from behind and found a large system of caves. Very cool – I can totally see how the “Delvers of the Deep” would be all over this! But our primary goal at the moment was to secure the cave and defend ourselves against the griffins for the night.
Oh I forgot to mention that Kevin and Margine joined us – apparently they mailed themselves “special delivery” to Barrett. The journey from Southern Cross to us 7 days away took them a day! Wow that’s amazing – wonder how the postal clan does that…
After literally hours of arguing, I mean planning – we settled in to the cave. It’s important to note that one should never underestimate another’s intelligence – even if it’s a base animal intelligence! Barrett stood outside the cave wide open and sang – he’s way too over confident. While the rest of us camped inside the cave he provided the griffins target practice! The griffins tossed at least half a dozen boulders at him! These boulders were so big not even Missy could lift them! Crazy thing happen too – one of the boulders split in half and a leprechaun popped out. I couldn’t believe it – one of the wee folk from myth! He looked directly at me very seriously and said “I have some information for you.” Then his eyes wandered upon my bastard sword and he says “I’ll tell you for your magic sword!” Unfortunately I tell him my sword is not magical and I’m bound to it. He looks at Missy standing next to me and says “Ok, how about your bag?” No deal she says. He shrugs his shoulders and jumps down the hole at the end of the cave! That was weird – how did he get into the boulder? Margine thinks a whole community of little people lives down that hole now. Could be I suppose… We’ll have to go look later.
We survive the night and morning confirmed my suspicion of the weather – it did indeed suck. Again after many hours of planning we trudged back to the clearing where we fought the manticore and prepare to fight the griffins. Long story short – we kill the griffins – notable efforts by Barrett, Missy and Lina. The only two people injured were Barrett and Lina. Seriously never fight griffins when the moons are full!
The group decided to kill all griffins and take any un-hatched eggs. I lobbied for us to leave as there were 4 griffins still in the nest. My pleas fell on deaf ears. I understand these creatures are monsters. I understand they are a menace. But I’d hate to be known or associated as an individual or group that drove a species to extinction! I’m thrilled at have a few griffins to study and evaluate but I have no desire to slaughter them all. Such was not the will of the group…
In the end we slew 10 adult griffins, several young and took 7 eggs from the nests. There was an assorted amount of loot from the nests as well – we will catalog and identify this later. Asta was kind enough to provide me with knowledge for properly skinning animals and taxidermy before I carved them up and removed the glans. I’d like as much of the griffin intact as possible for further study. Mental Note: We should stuff one of these griffins and place it in the entrance hall of the Adventurers Guild.
Asta determined that the eggs we’ve taken will hatch in 5 days! We’re at least 6 from Southern Cross! I gather the griffin parts and we make haste to Worksdale. At Worksdale Barrett, Kevin and I agree to drive the wagon back to Southern Cross with all the griffin body parts and loot. Missy, Asta, Lina and Margine make haste for Southern Cross with the intent of trying to sell a few eggs as they hatch and perhaps gain a hatchling for their own.