The Terrible Ruins of Kozad Rhul

Tomas - Zingaran Pirate, played by Kyle
Pandora - Zingaran Temptress, played by Tony
Lugo - Zingaran Soldier, Played by Daniel
Korgoth - Cimmerian Barbarian, played by Kanan
Tohr - Nordheimer (Vanir) Barbarian, Played by Will
"Mark Twain" (Khan) - (Hyrkanian) Bandit NPC (played later by Ron)

As our story begins, the intrepid adventurers are travelling through a primordial forest in the wilds of the Border Kingdoms. Cruelly bound as slaves, they had been purchased from one of the local warlords' slave market, the Zingarans being sold as a lot with the Cimmerian and Vanir barbarians.

Prior to the unpleasantness of being a slave, Lugo had been a new member of his Prince's elite forces, a patriotic and loyal servant of the Prince and his rightful claim to the throne of Zingara. Lugo's unit had been assigned to kidnap and ransom the daughter of his rival Prince D'mato, a luscious and mischievous young woman named Pandora. Lugo's unit intercepted the ship bearing Pandora and quickly subdued the crew and seized their prize. They were only a day out from the private wharf that abutted their Prince's stronghold when they were attacked by pirates, who overwhelmed the elite soldiers through sheer weight of numbers and took young Lugo and the Princess hostage. Lugo acquitted himself valiantly by destroying Tomas the Pirate's only Bardiche, in fact the only one ever made, as he defended the young woman from the randy reavers. As Tomas' ship set course for Messantia, they were beset by pirates and overwhelmed, and young Tomas was thrown into the brig with the princess and the soldier. The Zingarans had been together since, bought and sold in the crowded marketplaces in Messantia and taken up the Thunder River to Gunderland, and across the southern mountains into the Border Kingdoms.

The Cimmerian, Korgoth, had a long standing feud with his older brother, a hulking blacksmith named Connor, over who would win the hand of their village's belle. What started off as a friendly competition between brothers soon escalated to a brawl, and then a life or death struggle when Connor drew his belt knife and attempted to slay his brother. Korgoth, attempting to subdue his furious kinsman, bore the blade of his brother's knife across his face before being able to disarm and pin his brother. Though he apologized profusely, young Connor had only deceit in his heart, such was his determination to win the young woman's hand, and Korgoth, who loved his brother, forgave him and thought no more of treachery. Connor asked Korgoth to accompany him to the very limits of Cimmeria to help him sell his axe heads to the woodsmen of the Tauran, a clever ruse to get his brother away from home; and once they were well away from their village, Connor inoculated Korgoth's wine with a powerful sleeping draught and sold him to a Stygian slaver whom he had met in his previous trips out of Cimmeria.

Tohr the Vanirman had been a mercenary in the armies of the Hyperboreans, and had been taken captive while drunk in a burning Aesir village his unit had been raiding for slaves. He is sure now that towns, burning or not, are not so safe a place to get your drunken pillaging done as perhaps a bear cave or other naturally occurring shelters of stone.

But now they were all together, their wrists bound in manacles, and each person bound to the next in succession. They had been travelling for some days, making their way to the East, as they had been purchased by the arrogant Turanian, Captain Ankmed, a wealthy nobleman, had been working his way through the Hyborian nations purchasing any shiny thing that caught his eye with his dark eastern gold. The young temptress, Pandora, had been especially pleasing to his eye, and the Captain had grand plans for adding the girl to his seraglio, which he thought had been sorely lacking without her. The brutal barbarians impressed him with their strength, though their will-full displays of disobedience had forced him to exert discipline by ordering his guards to hold down the Cimmerian and while he shaved his eyebrow off as an example of his dominance over the savage brute. The other Zingarans would be valuable as servants, the soldier in particular had the countenance of a capable and cultured man, and the roguish looking one had the look of an excellent porter.

The sergeant of the Captain's men, Hakim, had fallen desperately in love with the slave girl, mostly at her insistence, and he planned to steal away with her one night while the Captain dreamed of the occupants of seraglio sprawled luxuriously upon silk upholstered couches under the golden dome of his palatial gardens. The girl whispered in his ear the wonders of the West, many of which, though he had seen them, became as myth as they were breathed huskily to him by her honeyed voice.

They had travelled for two days from Atzel, and were moving on the third before the sun had even hinted at rising. A cool mist hung close to the ground and the forest was only just stirring to meet the new day. As the caravan rounded a bend in the road, in the dim light of dawn, the silhouette of a man appeared. The Captain took notice, and umbrage, at the impertinence of a common man blocking his route on a free road, and cantered forward to display his disgust. The man demanded a toll from the Captain and his retainers and a tax on the goods carried beneath the canvas tarps that concealed his wealth of knick-knacks. The Captain's plate armor gleamed in the rosy light of the rising sun, and the purple plume that rose from the crown of his helm made him appear impressive indeed, though the bandit in the road seemed unperturbed by His Grandioseness. The Captain declined to pay the fee, and made as if to draw the bejeweled scimitar that was bound to the saddle before him. Arrows hissed from the dark of the forest on each side of the road, and the Captain's beautiful steed unseated and then collapsed dead atop his rider, crushing the nobleman quite thoroughly.

Raiders piled out of trees and clambered over the wagons bearing the goods of the late Captain, and wrestled with the guards of his entourage. Sergeant Hakim rushed to his love and pressed a dagger into her hands, and unlocked the chain that bound her manacles which was the chain that bound her to the other slaves, freeing them as well. He bid her to flee into the woods, to wait for him, and then they would flee to the West as they had talked about. But Korgoth, suddenly loosed, grabbed up the startled Captain and crushed him to his chest in a vise-like grip until the sickening crunch of the man's bones foretold his passing. Pandora stared nonchalantly into the dead eyes of her lover and wiped some of his blood from her cheek, and tucked her new dagger into the sleeve of her cowled robe. Ah, love!

Another volley of arrows whistled murderously from the woods, forcing our heroes to take cover, though the scurrilous pirate wasn't fast enough and suffered a shaft through the thigh. The barbarians had meanwhile grabbed up the weapons from the fallen Sergeant Hakim and engaged the knots of battling guards and bandits, while more of the ruffians were making off with the chests and sacks filled with valuables, melting into the foliage like woodland creatures. The Vanirman chucked a hastily acquired axe at one of the men hefting a large chest, and missed, but drew that man's attention. The bandit passed off his share of the chest to a compatriot and moved to battle the towering Nord. The Cimmerian had taken the Sergeant's mace, and used it to break the arm of a bandit locked in mortal combat with a guard, whom Korgoth also crushed the following round. Taking cover behind the wheel of a now empty wagon, Tomas the Pirate filched a bow from one of the dead bandits and propped himself up in a sitting position and launched an arrow at the man with the menace in his gait as he approached Tohr, but the arrow went wide. Tohr, however, promptly split the man from collar to crotch with his scavenged scimitar.

The bandits, having stripped the caravan of its obvious wealth, retreated, firing some parting shots at our heroes as they gathered together in the ruin of the former captors, before disappearing into the vast wilderness. The pirate, in desperate need of a healer's art, set himself down and allowed the young temptress to gingerly remove the arrow from his bleeding thigh. She failed to do it gingerly, and almost failed to do it at all. With the arrow free and his leg bleeding, Pandora attempted to use a heated dagger to cauterize the wound, and missed the wound, searing the leg of the pirate but good. She attempted cauterization several more times, failing again and again before she finally managed to set the sizzling end of the dagger to the pirate's wound and stop the bleeding; Tomas, our poor pirate, would limp for a while as a result.

Furious that his leg had been rendered nearly useless, and then scarred, Tomas set about looting the corpses of the Captain and his horse, who had until now, been forgotten by the rest of the party. Rifling through the saddlebags, the pirate came up with fifty silver a spare change of clothes cut in the latest Eastern style, and half pulled from the scabbard, one fine bejewelled scimitar. The pirate's mood improved measurably after his looting. Before leaving the wreckage of the caravan, Korgoth would also attempt to loot the body of the Captain, remarking that the bandits had been very thorough when they had looted the caravan. This also improved the mood of the pirate.

The bandit with the broken arm was interrogated as to the location and numbers of his fellow marauders. The bandit offered to lead the party to the camp, which was housed in some intricate and overgrown ruins just up the hillside several miles away. The bandit, whose name was "Mark," showed them the trails that the others used to beat their hasty retreat, and though their movement was halved, as much by the pirate, who insisted on setting the pace for the others as by the intense foliage, they made good time and saw the ruins for themselves only a few hours later. It being early in the day still, the group decided to wait a bit, until dusk when the guard was changed on the low stone wall that ringed the ruined city. The group decided to move away from the wall so that they weren't in sight, but they made a lot of noise arguing about how exactly to do that, so much in fact that a small patrol was detached to determine if the noise was a threat, and five bandit began their stealthy movement through the woods to where our hapless adventurers continued to argue and be counter-productive. For instance: Tohr insisted on carrying Mark, and essentially wanted to use him as a shield, which, while ingenious, wasn't going to be good for Mark's health. Tohr had the first watch, which being during the warm part of the day, led inevitably to his falling asleep until the arrows of the patrol deflected off of the dead sergeant's mail shirt.

Alerted to danger, in character, Tohr began yelling "HORN!" like a wounded moose, and managed to wake only the pirate from his light nap. The girl, the soldier and the barbarians were sound asleep. Three of the bandits advanced on the party, but only the pirate and Vanirman were even awake to fight. It took several rounds for three bandits to get close enough to engage in hand to hand, and in that time, Tomas was able to loose several arrows at the two who were providing the ranged support for those assaulting. The bowmen made the job of hitting a stationary target look hard as all of them continued to miss each other, until finally, one of the bandits broke the string on his bow, and Tomas managed to incapacitate the other with a wicked shot to the head that pierced the eye of his assailant and left him unconscious. Tohr battled for his life, still shouting his alarm to the others who were slow to rise. Killing one opponent, Tohr turned to find the blade of an axe descending on his chest, a staggering blow that left him stunned. Pandora, awakening out of reach and moving to attack, hamstrung one of Tohr's opponents with a wicked slash, that a newly awakened Korgoth finished with a stunning double attack that left the wailing man decapitated. Tohr regained his composure in time to turn his body and allow Mark to take the killing blow meant for him. Korgoth dealt the last man a staggering blow to the chest that hewed through the man's armor like a hot knife through butter, but left him standing. This bandit promptly surrendered, was stripped naked, hogtied and then had his wound stitched shut.

The bandit with an arrow in his eye was also alive, moaning and thrashing about weakly in the undergrowth. Tomas made his way to the wounded man and attempted to get him to sit up by leading him by the arrow sticking out of his skull. Being a little too excited resulted in our pirate nudging the arrow a little too much and piercing the brain of the man, who promptly died. The hogtied bandit told the party hi name was "Steve," but they demurred and insisted on calling him "Mark Twain" instead. He offered to lead them to the treasure the bandits had hidden in the city if only they'd let him live. He was alternately told that if he spoke, he'd lose his manhood, his life, all his fingers, and none of those things would happen very fast. Then the party proceeded to question Mr. Twain about the whereabouts and numbers of his compatriots, and got angry when all they got from their prisoner but a terrified look. Pandora lightened up on the poor guy a little and he told them some of what they wanted to know, trying to remain useful to them, and so also alive.

As dusk began to settle over the haunted land, the party made plans for how to scale the wall, sneak through the ruined city past a hundred bandits to the treasure that surely awaited them within. Not one of them mentioned how they were going to get back out...

NEXT TIME: Will our intrepid heroes find what they seek? Who will escape THE TERRIBLE RUINS OF KOZAD RHUL?