5e: Thorin's Hangover, Fulhoff's Headache

From: Sir Fulhoff of Clan Balderk, Knight of Hawk’s Nest, Battle Mage
To: Helja and Adrik of Clan Balderk

Mother and Father:

Once aboard the skyship and moving away from the Eye at best speed, we had to settle on where to go next. Hilde wanted to swing by the Wyrm tribe and make sure they knew what had happened. Since it was close by, we sailed by, spotting their fortress easily. Not wanting to give them the impression they were under attack, we came in slowly, and Hilde went to speak with them along with Aramil and apparently the tribe was thrilled. Turned out that both the chief and the shaman were intensely disliked. There was a party, which most of us remained on the ship for. Once done, we were on our way back to Mirabar.

Again, wanting to avoid upsetting anyone, I flew down to check in with the city guard. Once they saw who was arriving in a sky ship, they were surprised, but not shocked. We were directed to land in a specific park, at which point we were all but mobbed. Apparently we’ve managed to become minor celebrities.

This is sadly where our tale goes off the rails. Our dear Thorin decided that while we were in town among all of the adoring fans, that he should gracefully accept every drink, offer, and attention that was sent his way. In addition to dropping a small fortune buying other people drinks, clothing, and gods know what else, he managed to lose his sword, his armor, and even his clothing. He was also involved in some sort of fertility ritual. He turned up wrapped in a fresh lambskin stinking of blood, sex, and drink with little memory of what happened.

I have to give credit to our celebrity for one thing - it made the finding and retrieval of Thorin’s arms and armor easier. People seemed disinclined to immediately try to sell them off to the highest bidder. Still cost many a pretty platinum piece to get it all back. It might have been mean of me, but I made him come collect all his things wearing only the lambskin… I’m not sure that was as effective as it might have been. He seems to have no shame. I'm going to refrain from sharing some of the details.

Trust me, you don't want to know.

We collectively decided that we needed to get back to it, and so we took off shortly there after, heading south toward the hill giant village. Or at least where we think it is. We’ll find out soon.

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Outstanding Rumors/Plot Points:
Fire Giants attacked Tribor and took a rod from the center of town.
Gua - Hill Giant Matriarch - Grug-Hug Village location generally described
Eraglass the Sage - Missing?

Loose Threads:
Iymrith the Ancient
Jeff the guard, abandoned in Everland
Yartar - Lady Italia, Bat-weirdos (Kella & Zopin), Paw-Ming, Lord Dryland
Old Gnawbone - wishes she could transform into an elf

Completed Quests:
Eye of the Allfather in the Valley of Kadroon
Find Harshnag
Highdale/Westfelds necromatic curse - Mountaintop Crypt
The Silver Hook adventuring party
Mt. Black
HawksNest Payroll
Zymorvan Giantslayer
Aboleth of Yartar
Defended Goldenfields
Well of Victory
Orcs of the Ardeep Forest
Nightstone (again)
Tomb of Darshin Hammerheart
Grey Hand
Zathros Zethros, Cloud Giant
Nightstone