We were, by the smell in the air, about halfway through the mine when we found 2 kobold babies – a boy and girl, maybe 2 weeks old. They told us that there were dead things walking around, killing everything that they came in contact with. This is going to be fun I thought to myself grinning silently.
We had killed their parents – not that they didn’t deserve it, but i felt bad for the children. I know what the loss of a parent is like. They didn’t have names, so we gave them names – Ashes the boy and Ember the girl. We thought that they would be useful later on so we took them with us, Ember in my bag, Ashes in Marcus’s bag.
As we went down deeper into the mine, the air began to get hot and thick. The deeper we went, the hotter it got, and it started to get hard to breath.
I cursed under my breath then said, “Dragon.”
“Unlikely,” growled the cleric. “In an abandoned mine? With zombies and kobolds? Very unlikely.”
I thought about it, decided it made enough sense that I didn’t need to hit him.
Then I heard a high feminine voice saying “Ha! Got you!”
There was an entrance to a room just ahead. As we entered, we saw who the voice was coming from.
“Come on you ugly, mindless creatures, bring it!” She was a half-elf, that was clear. The undead had her cornered, and there were five of them. Her back to the wall, she had out her bow… Not good for close combat I thought.
The thief, brushed past me, took out his bow, fired…. and missed. Again. I sighed He can never hit anything… well maybe once, but thats not the point…
The mage summoned his dog behind the enemies. It tore the closest one’s head off, then proceeded to rip it to pieces.
Then the cleric stepped up next to me telling the half-elf to duck, she quikly obayd. and cast burning hands, setting one of the undead on fire. Great I thought as it began to walk towards him.
The half-elf pulled back the string of her bow and fired on the undead. The arrow flew past its’ head and hit the wall, falling uselessly to the floor.
One of the undead slammed the thief against the wall, he stumbled back dizzily.
I let out a furious battle cry “Arrrrghhhhh!” as I ran forward and cut a zombie in half down the middle and spun to face the next one coming at me.
The half-elf said “Thanks for the help.”
I grunted in response.
Next thing I know Korsa is hit by the zombie he set on fire. Oh Irony, what a great yet amusing goddess
The cleric barked out a command and the undead ran into the walls Huh
I chopped the nearest one’s arm off, then went for the head, but it moved at the last second and my sword sliced through only half of its’ neck Oh by the Great Eagle!
I swing again, and this time ended it, a shot down through the collar bone, exiting through the hip.
I turned to see the half-elf’s arrow go through the last of the undead’s head. I smiled. Swinging my sword up onto my shoulders. Small I thought But tough, and that’s what counts
We all introduced ourselves, while waiting for the thief to come back. She told us her name was Galadriel, and she was a Ranger. She had been hunting when she had followed her prey into the mines. And thus, was nearly eaten by zombies. Or torn apart, or turned into one of them by their master, Or-
The thief arrived back, interrupting my thoughts, he told us of a room, the evil runes upon the walls. And that it looked like the water for the village came from a small spring in the middle of the room. Korsa, after the thief described the runes, said that it sounded like the orc god of pestilence and… I didn’t really pay attention after that, if it’s a god, that means a curse, and that means we get to kill the orc who cast it.
After our debate, we entered the room, which appeared to be empty.
The thief, and I, Looked up at the big pedestal in the center of the room, the spring was around it.
I looked down at the thief and asked “How strong of a climber are you?”
He tilted his head back so he could meet my eyes. “I’m a rogue,” he said in a slow voice as if I was stupid. “I’m not only the best climber here, I’m the fastest.”
“We’ll have to put that to the test one day, you and I.” He nodded and said “Have the others around the pedestal at the base with their bows, I don’t want to be hit from above.”
I nodded and we positioned ourselves. The thief was about to cross the water very carefully when a giant weasel leapt from the water and sank its’ teeth into Padisshars shoulder, shaking him violently.
Korsa ran at them roaring. The weasel skittered back as the cleric healed him. I pulled the string of my bow back only for the arrow to be weak and break. “Oh may the gods dam-”
I froze. I couldn’t move. That’s It. I was pissed. I didn’t know who, or what was doing this to me, but they were in for a big surprise. I may not be smart, I thought, but I am stubborn, and in this moment, that’s all I need. GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I slammed my stubbornness or force of will as Wolfgar had put it, against the fiery pain that had imprisoned me. And I was free.
I saw the crumpled body of the weasel, its’ head about five feet away from it.
Galadriel, was across the room with her bow, aiming for the top of the pedestal. There, an orc priest stood atop the pedestal, chanting. I raised my bow, and as I let my arrow fly, I was submerged in total blackness.
And then it was over, the runes had stopped glowing. I glanced over at Galadriel, she had a very smug look on her face.
The half-elf lead us out the way she had come, instead of walking all the way through the mines to the main entrance.
We walked around the mountain about 20 feet, when we saw a very big man, Almost as big as Wulfgar I thought. in the center of the village, towering over the mayor. He had a war horse, big and black, heavily armored. It looked like one of the breeds we raise out in the clan leads, it was most certainly big enough… we do trade with some, those who are brave enough to approach, that is.
I turned to the others “Should we approach?” I asked.
Then we heard the man yelling. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU ARE JUST OUT OF YOUR SICK BEDS! YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED THERE! NOW WHERE ARE THEY?!?!”
“I’m picking his pocket,” said the thief sourly. I grinned at him.
“You will not,” said the cleric. “You’ll endanger us all.”
“Maybe they are not talking about us,” suggested the mage.
“Fat chance of that,” I snorted. The man was yelling again. “DO NOT LIE TO ME! I WILL ASK YOU ONCE MORE, WHERE ARE THEY?!?!”
Korsa wrapped himself in his brown leather cloak. “We should go,” he said. “Now.”
“But I want to pick his pocket,” the thief whined. I smiled hugely, and it took all I had not to laugh.
“I. Don’t.” snarled the sibaccai, leaning over the much smaller thief. “Care. We are leaving right now.”
I glanced at Marcus to see what his take was on it, he was looking around. “Ummm… where’s Galadriel?” he asked.
I blinked. And we all looked around, Galadriel was nowhere in sight. “Oh… Great.” I said, sighing, as I closed my eyes.
It was then I heard the pounding of an army coming up the pass, heavy boots and armor thudding agents the earth, swords and shields clinking together. My eyes flew open. We all stared at each other.
Just then there were running feet up the path toward us. We looked ready for a fight, but it was Galadriel.
“I think he’s looking for you. We need to get you out of here. Now,” she said.
“I’ll take you through the path in the woods where I came from.”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said.
“We can’t out run an army, not for long, not without rest,” Korsa said.
She reached in to her pouch, and pulled out a small jade fly. We looked at her. She gestured for us to follow her, so we did. Once in a clearing, she spoke some words to the fly, and it grew until it reached the size of a small pony.
“Padishar,” Galadriel said. “You go with me first. We can scout ahead, and find a safe place to rest. I can leave you there.” She turned to Marcus, Korsa, and I.
Korsa nodded and said, “We will continue along the path. After you drop him off, come find us.” She nodded and mounted her fly.
“Wait!” The thief said and handed me the invisibility potion he had obtained from the orc priest. “You might need this.” With that, he and Galadriel took off, hopefully finding a safe place.
And so we went on. Marcus was picked up next, giving Korsa his invisibility potion. Then came my turn. “Be careful cleric, we need you alive.” He grinned, a big baring of teeth.
In the end we all made it alive. They, meaning Padishar and Galadriel, had found a cave. We stayed there for a bit, to rest.
Then we went out again, in the same pattern as before, having decided that on the move was safest.
As it turned out, Korsa was TERRIFIED of heights, and wanted to walk. It took some discussing, but we got him to agree.
My feet hit the cold ground, and she left to get Korsa. It was colder, up higher in the mountains, I noted.
We were in a clearing, ice touched the tops of the trees, and night fell. When she arrived with a panting Korsa eyes shut tightly even after his feet hit the ground, the thief wanted to go have a look around. We all agreed.
We wondered a bit, marking trees so we could find our way back. We came to a castle, covered in Ice, the lanterns were lit, and there was light coming out of the windows. The thief wanted me to lift him up to a window so he could get a better look.
“No,” I said.
“Please, please, please!?” He begged.
“Not tonight, we all need to rest,” I said. “Let’s go back to the clearing, and set up camp. We’ll check this place tomorrow.”
We went back, and set up camp for the night.