Sunday 19 March 2017

Gloomhaven: Small but Mighty Heroes Part I

Gloomhaven: Small but Mighty Heroes



I am Ratacast, prime hunter of the feared pack, Nittenhoth.  I had everything I could ever want, first pick of the hunt, choice of mates, free roam of the wood, and the next chieftain would have been me should I have chosen it to be so.  Then the strangers came with their offers and threats, which I laughed at.  Now it is all gone; my family, my pack, my power.  All dead, or worse - enslaved.

Traveling to Gloomhaven was a fool’s errand, but the consequences of my actions have shown me to be the greatest of fools.  Then I met Trixie, on the same road as me to the city.  At first we ignored each other, for what could a Vermling and a Quatryl ever have to say to one another.  Soon, however, we found ourselves quietly watching each other’s backs.  Two pecks; ignored, mocked, or attacked as easy prey.  We worked well together, her Quatryl mechanical expertese lent itself well to killing bandits and other road scum while I dominated the weak willed to their deaths.


She is obsessed with the order and understanding of her mechanical toys, and wishes to bring such law and order to the world.  Now I have met a bigger fool than I, but I will help her in this foolish quest so long as she helps me bring vengeance down upon those who destroyed my pack.

After a long and arduous journey we made it to the gates of Gloomhaven.  They turned us away, laughing.  I honestly don’t know who is more angry.




I.
Trixie knows many things, she knows other ways into the city.  We fumbled our way through a ruin, half buried in the filthy waste of the city, and found a tunnel leading beneath the walls.  A bear and a pair of wolves, all half starved and driven mad by starvation, greeted us.  The animals were no match for our prowess, but the two imps who had been controlling the animals were a bit more of a challenge.

We delved further below the surface and found a corridor filled with mist, mist and demons.  Crystal shards and gouts of flame swirled through the hazy air to form horrid things of nightmare.  They came for us, but we destroyed them both… barely.

Reaching back up to the surface, we opened the door to a garrison of drunk guards.  Trixie stepped forth, ready to explain our folly and ask for entrance to the city, but they would not listen.  Laughing hysterically, drunk on cheap wine or bloodlust, they attacked us.  We had no choice but to put them down.  The bodies are hidden, our sins will not be known to the people of our new home.

We found rooms at the Sleeping Lion Inn, but were quickly involved in a massive brawl.  I wanted to jump right in and bash some skulls (or mindbash some idiots into bashing in some other skulls for me… he he he), but held off for Mrs. Lawbringer to take the lead.  Already perturbed at our less than welcome treatment by the foolish humans, she pulled out her handbow contraptions and started putting fools down.  It was a good fight!

This is only the beginning of our story. Soon, people are gonna know our names!