BoH: A River Runs Through It

This is the second adventure from the Band of Hatchmates.

Traveling to the Kethand Warriors
After the dragon helm vision it was decided that the party should continue to the nearby Kethand Warrior tribe to inquire about additional pieces of the armor. It was a harrowing journey which started with them having to fight some wild boars. Beartraps were used and quick work was made of the swine. Then their travels took them north to a river, which was too deep for them to swim across. Follwing it to the east they saw a human family setting up to ford the river. The Band of Hatchmates attacked the wagon, killing Gary Allan and his wife Gerta. Through a series of mishaps the Allan children were able to escape and Zefkak was knocked unconcious.

Gary's wagon was looted and the party managed to make it across the river. They quickly hiked through the last leg of their journey to the Kethand Warriors.

The reception the Band of Hatchmates received by the warrior tribe was cool, to say the least. Their leader, Lord Thuddington, was not impressed by Vershevgix's frail form. He recounted how they used to live in a mine to the north, but it became cursed and they had been forced to live underground amid tree roots. Lord Thuddington did tell Gix's group about a sacred pair of boots that were placed in the heart of the Cursed Mine. They rested in a large black stone circle. It was where the spears of fallen warriors resided. He did not tell them that duegar had infested the mine. The leader secretly hoped the journey to retrieve the boots would kill off the party. With this bit of information, the group headed to the Cursed Mine.

Inside the Cursed Mine
The mine had a familar feel that made the Band of Hatchmates wish for home. After they had traveled through a few corridors they found a dead human adventurer with a strange patch reading C.O.R.P.S.E. on it's arm. They ripped it off and wondered what it meant. Now that they knew other people had been through here (and recently!) the party was very cautious. Being mindful of traps they kept pressing on, in search of the boots.