With Randic now in the hands of Willelm Darish, and normalcy
returning to the common people, the four
heroes decided to take it easy for a few days before heading back to their cave
on the outskirts of Macridi.
Before
they could all relax, a message came to Embry via an unknown Fire Lizard while
the troop were walking down the mean streets of Randic. He appeared quiet distressed when he received
this letter, and then let the rest of the part know that he would have to
travel for a few days alone, but would be back soon. With that, Embry took to the skies on the
back of his hippogryph and flew to the east.
Alandel
had decided to take the rest of the evening to rest and went back to their
hotel room to recoup with Mercedes trotting at his heals.
Wyyntr
and Alistair had decided to take up some of the local scenery, and hit up a
local tavern.
After
walking through the town for a bit, the dynamic duo found a tiny hole in the
wall tavern named The Wild Hunt. It was
a rundown tavern, that has certainly seen better prosperity times long
ago. There were a few dusty tables, an
old wet bar, and a single old patron half drunk and half asleep.
Leaving
their mounts outside, the two walked in and bellied up to the bar. The bar keep was an older, angry woman who didn’t
look like she wanted to be there, let alone serve these two strangers. She had a shock of white in her grizzled
brown hair, and a fresh scar over her eye.
Wyyntr
and Alistair ordered their drinks and sat at the bar taking up the rustic décor
of dust and dirt. The Bar tender walked
over the end of the bar and started to chat up the old patron. The old man sat up with drool in his grey
beard, and started eye balling the strangers in his bar.
The
woman came back to the travelers and asked if there was anything else they
would like to drink. When the gnome
replied that there was nothing else they needed right now, the bar keep pulled
out a battle ax, and struck the sorcerer in the face with the blunt end of the
handle.
In the
same breath, the old man at the end of the bar sprung to life with a small ax
in his hand and threw it at Wyyntr. As luck
would have it, the ax missed the wizard, buzzing by her ear and finding its new
home in the wall of the tavern.
The
Gnome and the Half-Elf returned fire, throwing arcane magics at both
attackers. The bar lit up with the
on-suing war, as both the bar keep and the patron were hit with these magical
blasts. Both parties let out a haunting,
primal growl when they were hit.
Wyyntr
and Alistair stood toe to toe with both of these attackers, with the old bar
patron falling first to The Wizard’s magical onslaught.
With
the customer falling, the two were able to shift the odds in their favor and
corner the bar tender.
“You
two killed my family! “ yelled the woman.
“What
are you talking about?” inquired Wyyntr.
“We do
kill a lot of people,” said Alistair, “ you will have to be way more specific.”
The bartender
let out a primal roar, and began to yell and grown. With the parties eyes wide open and in shock,
the woman trans-mutated into a huge, pissed off werebear.
Wyyntr
and Alistair wasted no time on their attack, quickly striking back with magic
and sword. The beast defended itself as
best she could, even dodging a spell that the gnome threw at her trying to make
her shrink, but it was not long before the bartender fell to the ground. Once she was down, the gnome picked up the ax
that lay at the woman’s side, and drove it into her chest for good measure.
Bruised
and sweaty, the duo decided to go behind the bar and pour themselves a drink
and loot the till. Unfortunately, the
only money in the drawer was the gold that Alistair used to pay for his drink.
After
cleaning out the bar, the two decided to walk back to the hotel and inform
Alandel as to what happened. Walking
into the inn, the two went up the stairs and down the hallway. When they came to The Druid’s room, they
noticed quickly that the door was ajar.
Kicking
open the door with weapons drawn, the wizard and the sorcerer walked into pitch
black room. Alistair illuminated the
room with a quick spell, showing what horror was right in front of them.
The
room had been torn to shreds in an epic struggle, and Alandel lay on the bed,
naked with his throat slit and multiple slashes and cuts all over his
corpse. The Elf was unresponsive as his
blood had poured to the floor in a ruby pool.
The
wall behind the bed had a message written in Alandel’s blood. It was written in Draconic with three skulls
painted underneath the message.
The
message translated to, “ Your move, assholes.”
Total
XP – 1200 for Wyyntr and Alistair
Treasure
found – Battle Ax (two- handed), two throwing axs. 30 silver