The Brinstump Swamp continues to surprise, and not in a good way.
We visited the hovel of a witch that our halfling companion, who not only is surrounded by deadly serpents, but talks to them as well, assured us could lead us to the village of the Licktoad goblins. Unfortunately, or more likely quite fortunately, she had previously fatally succumbed to her own unnatural alchemical experiments. Truly unfortunately, she had left behind her presumed familiar, an unholy amalgam of man and rat. This…thing escaped into the swamp, and may well come to rule an empire of rats there, which no bounty could ever entice me to battle.
Following a map found in the witch’s hut we went in search of the goblin village. On the way we encountered a simple fisherman who related an interesting tale. He had apparently seen and followed a group of skeletons the night before. According to his account, they attacked the Licktoad village, killed many, and only withdrew after being appeased with treasure, an unusual response indeed for skeletons. According to the fisherman, one of the skeletons commanded the others. Such a creature is likely a greater form of undead. We will probably find out soon, although I get ahead of myself.
Even after many goblins were killed by the skeletons there were still plenty to challenge our group. I will not bother to put down the details of the fight, nor do I plan to do so in the future. This is a Pathfinder’s Journal, not a rousing tale of derring-do. In the unlikely event that you are reading this and would like a blow-by-blow, look me up, buy me a drink or four, and I will tell you a tale you will not soon forget. Until then I will limit my descriptions to the weaknesses, defenses and unusual tactics of creatures less ubiquitous than goblins.
Once the goblins were overcome we found several items of exquisite but mysterious manufacture. It is possible that the items taken away by the skeletons are of a similar sort. Fortunately, the witch’s map also shows a symbol of a skull. Once we have rested I have no doubt we will find these skeletons, and their leader, and hopefully find some clues as to the reason for their presence, attack on the goblins, and goblins possession – and use in battle – of sophisticated fireworks. It is too bad the goblins wasted so many Desnan candles and skyrockets on my companions and myself. Used for their intended purpose they would have made an impressive display.
I pray to Desna that we will soon be done with the Brinestump, and swamps in general. I am also less annoyed at not being permitted to speak with the other members of the Society staying at Heidmarch Manor during my brief visit, as I heard one of them was entirely focused on exploring the Mushfens, a far less pleasant place than the Brinestump.