Chapter 6 – Hello and Goodbye

               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