As the session began, our party found itself trailing a group of boggards through the swamp… approaching the place where the boggards seemed to have stopped. It was the dead of night. The swamp, normally alive with chirping frogs and the calls of night-birds was silent, but for the distant cry of an abducted child and the horrible croaking of the boggards.
Twitch has swum up close to place where they had stopped. He peered through the reeds and saw a village. Well, more like a collection of a few hovels made of mud and sticks. He could see a boggard or two but wanted a better view. Downing another of his alchemy infusions, he became tiny again, and slowly swam through the weeds choking the shallow channel that traversed the boggard village. At the far end, he saw a few more boggards tying the abducted child to a large stake stuck in the ground. Beside the child was another slumped figure, tightly bound to another large stake.
Creeping silently, he managed to work his way into the brush behind the captives, escaping the notice of the boggards. That was when he recognized Thandric… the missing agent of the trading company! The one they had been sent to find.
So here he was, on the far side of the village. His companions were waiting for him to give a signal. Twitch debated what to do. that was when Cocobob appeared with a splash at the far end of the village.
Iris had grown impatient and sent in her eidolon to investigate. Her brightly colored, and as it turned out, not-so-sltealthy eidolon. Well, Cocobob ended up attracting several boggards his way. The situation did not look good, as the rest of the party was still a long way out of the village (but now furiously poling the barge closer, as it appeared that their cover had been broken).
Twitch decided to take an opportunistic chance and threw an alchemical bomb from his hiding place in the bushes behind the prisoners. A boggard was scorched badly, but most of the commotion surrounded Cocobob. Seeing his distress, Iris un-summoned him. Cocobob disappeared, leaving a cluster of very confused boggards. For his part, Twitch had managed to remain hidden in all of the commotion. The immediate danger had passed
Meanwhile, Gaelin and G’tar had been poling the barge ever closer. When they were within range, G’Tar shot a boggard with his mighty bow. And then the battle commenced in earnest.
At the far end of the village, Twitch managed to release the prisoners and drag them to cover, while the rest of the party engaged the main group of Boggards at the other end of the collection of huts.
After a little while, enough commotion was caused to lure the boggard leader out of his hut. Bad decision on his part. He was nearly fricasseed him with a well aimed bomb. It was all the boggard chieftan could do to jump into the central pond and douse himself.
By now, boggards were falling to the main party, but they were still fairly well pinned at the edge of the village. Then a most unexpected sight appeared – an orc appeared, coming out of one of the huts. A magic-using orc. twitch made another move and started to lob bombs at the orc to distract him from the rest of the party. And if one thinks of “distraction” as being set on fire and badly burned with alchemical bombs, then yes, the orc was distracted. It was so distracted that it decided to inflict some of its own “distraction” upon Twitch.
Seeing Twitch in trouble, Gaelin broke through the boggard lines and valiantly trudged through waist high water in his full plate armor. Despite suffering serious injury trying to reach his comrade, he did manage to get there. The boggard chieftain re-emerged from the pond at just the wrong time, and had its skull crushed by the paladin. Finally, Gaelin had reached twitch, only to be set alight as the gnome desperately bombed the encroaching orc. Luckily, the orc was nearly spent. Gaelin moved in and clove it nearly in two.
Shortly afterward, the rest of the party put an end to the remaining boggards. The injured were patched up as best they could be in the circumstances. A search of the village commenced, and a not insignificant amount of treasure was found, including several unusually well crafted weapons bearing the mark of a clawed, black hand.
After taking a moment to regroup, the party debriefed the rescued agent, Thandric, who told them of his capture by a band of orcs and his subsequent transport to and captivity in this boggard settlement.
Concluding that there was not much more to be done in the now empty village of slaughtered frog-men, they made their way back to Mirrshire. The kidnapped child was returned to his mother, and the party earned a much needed rest. Travel back to Greenguard could at least wait until morning.