In this session, we're accompanying our megalomaniac boss, who has taken up to him to transport a strange old man from the city we were located in to somewhere in the countryside, where some kind of ore (which, incidentally isn't valuable) can be found.
Most of the session was devoted to making travel arrangements, bullying people to leave their table at a random tavern and generally doing railroad-y funny stuff.
After we finally got on the road, we managed to get to a hill where the ore vine is supposed to be, we camped and started scouting the area. On the other side of the hill we found an orc encampment and we were so satisfied with the fact that they were situated just outside the mine's entrance that we decided to pay them a visit. They were quite friendly, as they didn't attack us on sight - they instead gathered around and started grunting and shouting a name in orcish, until an enormous phallic symbol ... err .. orc came out from a tent holding a giant axe and basically told us to get lost or he'd do bad things to us with his weapon.
We decided to get back to the old man and inform him that the entrance of the mine is crawling with orcs, but he didn't seem to care, as he wanted his ore that badly.
So our party consists of:
|myself!||Half-Elf Bard (probably going Valor)||2|
|Andreas||Variant Human Paladin||2|
|Ilias||Variant Human Warlock||2|