Knights: Nick Punt, Adrienne Mueller
Referee: Sean Nittner
System: Mythic Bastionland
On a quiet, somewhat dreary Sunday morning, while drinking tea a sitting cozily around the table, we told the story of Brazia, the Saddle Knight and her little brother Whittle, the Pidgeon Knight. Their homeland of Titan Seat was lost to them, but they always roamed searching for it again.
As courtiers they served in the court of the Star Stones, who had a strained relationship with their neighbors in Eternal Tree to the south, usually in the form of contested allegiances of baronies between them.
After a night in an abandoned watchtower the knights visited the barony of the Flame Weasel and found the small village in duress. Inside the common hall, the Baron Flame Weazel, a tall man in drab clothes with a booming voice showed what was causing all of the town to lament.
Crowned stag, dying, poisoned. Its antlers are known to burn scaled beasts.
From the barony they also learned that many had suffered. Poor harvests, sickly livestock. They blamed it on their neighbors from the Barony of Ellery in the South, who swore allegiance to the Eternal Tree.
The tracked the stags footprints sound and found another open.
A burial mound surrounded by a low iron gate. Much of it has been dug up, petty treasures scattered. The stag had fought a creature in the air to defend the grave. The Wyvern screeches in the mountains in distance.
Traveling to the south the find the bloated body of a poisoned Knight, Borwenna, the Questing Knight,
adoring Squire Jago weeping at their side. Jago told them she was completing her final quest to return her ancient sword. Now he would complete the quest for her.
The knights could not let him go on his own, and then needed knowledge of the beast, so they traveled together up the mountain to find the Buried Seer, guarded by a giant eagle. Jago tried to prove his worth by offering the blade, but the eagles claws rended his harm. Still he persisted and layed the sword down on the mound of ghost flower. Perhaps that punishement was the test.
Whittle stood on the mound and communed with the Buried Seer, who told him that the land was poisoned by by both man and beast. The seer did not know of creatures of the air or sea, but they did know all that came from the earth. The farthest from death would make such a creature recoil, they would need the cry of a babe.
Armed with knowledge they went south over the mountain to Ellery in search of a child. On the way they found two foul eggs laid among the carrion of a mountain lion. The air feels sour. The poisonous young hatched when their shells were crushed by glaive and axe. A barbed serpent and poisoned newt….quickly dispatched by the knights.
In the barony of Ellery, the met villagers who also swore their livelihood had been ruined by the Flame Weasel, but as they were much closer to the Wyvern, that was their immediate thread. Their leader the Baroness, the Butcher, and the Barber went to dispatch the beast at it’s nest.
Moments later the Wyvern soared low, seeking revenge for a failed attack on its nest and dropped the silver shield blessed by the Iron Willow that the Baroness carried!
By hook or crook they obtained a child and made their way to the Wyvern’s nest. Fearing for its nest, the Wyvern landed to fight. In a brutal battle the beast was felled, thanks to Jago pinching the baby to make it cry, the bitter glaive of Whittle and the fierce axes of Brazia!
However, their victory came and great cost, both knights were stung by the wyvern’s tail and they felt poison seeping through them as their bodies swelled. Only fresh milk from the last remaining cattle could clean their wounds!
What a delightful game. The combat at the end ran a bit longer than I would have liked but it produced the best results I could have hoped for!
