Emerging from the bloodsoaked highthrone the surviving adventurers of Ecthelion, Unit 1 and Cas are greeted by even more werewolves as they make a break thtough the clearing. The whole forest seems to be alive as howls fill the air. As the three survivors make it about 200ft away from the highthrone itself, Vollensags stalkers greet them once more, this time one of the stalkers known as Grumbar is injured. Nearby in a stoneshaped hovel are the three dwarfs and two woman rescued early that day. The dwarfs seem to be yelling obscenities through a narrow slit in the hovel.
“Yeah are darn lucky me brothers holding me back, cause if he were’nt I be making rugs of tge lot of yeah”. Nearby the dwarfs wagon lies broken and looted. Two dozen of the silver hides lie dead. As do several other large demonic werewolves. Grubar seems to be paying little attention to the yelling abuse from the dwarfs, despite being hit squarely in the face by a tossed pickle. Grumbar instead seems focussed on watching the treeline.Grumbar is not alone. Further up you see over a dozen or more werewolves.
Grumbar says “Stay your hand halfling. More then enough blood has been spilt this night. We wish not to fight. Only to speak”. With that the largest werewolf you have ever seen in your life, nearly 14ft tall approaches you.
“Grrrrrrrr…….My name is Volensag little meatpack. It seems you may have saved me some trouble from killing the traitor Mathus. I can tell by the smell of you, your battle must have been like hell itself. Especially with only so few of your friends making it out alive. It is not my intent to harm you. I wish only to speak. But if you make any attempt to harm me, know my pack will not be kind with how they kill you”
You see half a dozen more werewolves appear from the trees
“It appears we have a common enemy in the whispering way. I have sent what werewolves I could to hunt after the black cloak known as Vrood. However any of my kin were forced to return due to a large human army that appesrs to be gathering in strength near the furrows. It appears an allied forced of humans, dwarfs and elves has been raised to march on Feldgrau, on the border between Ardeal and Barstoi. The army appears to be lead by several vetrans from the war without rivals (knowledge nobility). They fly Ardeal banners and colours. Some of my finest warriors have been sent to retrieve Kvalka Sains heart which is rightfully mine…..”
As Vollensag continues to talk more the thirty more werewolves appear from the forest, snarling and offering intimidating glares.
“But I am not the only one after Kvalkas heart. The demon wolves and those loyal to there pack also are headed for Feldgrau as well. They also seek Kvalka Sains heart for themselves. And I will swim through boiling acid before I see a Jezeldan sit upon the throne….. "
Vollensag looks up to the night sky with that last statement.
“Your friends the silverhand have been butchered by the demon wolves. The Jezeldans dragged off many of your Silver hand brethren, to either bolster there ranks or to sacrifice to there dark bitch. We came across there bodies only moments ago. The demon wolves scent is all over the place…
I smell Ullis blood upon you. And since I cannot sense his presence I assume he is dead then. Pity I would have enjoyed killing himself one day.. His bitch Yeslda will have to succumb to her fate then. For I cannot rusk anymore of my pack to save her. The black banner have kidnapped her and intend to cut out her heart, like thst of Kvalka. They to were headed for the furrows. But I cannot risk exposing anymore of my kin with so many humans there. It appears the furrows will be bathed in blood once more, as the man who stole Kvalkas heart has raised an army of the dead from bodies left over from the war…..
I will only offer this to you once kitten, for killing Mathus for me. Accept my bloodpack and ally yourself with me. Or leave these woods and never return, for if you refuse my generous offer, the next time you are in the woods you will be hunted like the kitten you are….."
Vollensag waits for your reply.
“You will be safe and will not be threatened by harm until you leave the Shudderwood. Know that many of those loyal to my pack will be watching you, as the woods have many eyes. I will respect the bodies off your friends who died in the highthrone, they shall be buried and remembered as heros of the wood……
“Listen here Vollenslag… I won’t be making any deals with you.” Looking around at the threatening amount of wolves in the area, “and I certainly won’t be bargaining for my life. Those dwarves over there, and the rest of my colleagues are coming with me to seek out Vrood, and to stop these undead. It would be in your best interest to leave us be. You are right about there being enough blood spilled today.” Ecthelion throws down the severed head of Mathis in front of Vollensag, "but I will spill more before I die, should you not leave us be. I WILL be killing this Vrood, and all that stand in my way. If you have information that would help me do so, then give it to me, but don’t fool yourself with the notion that you and I are friends.. I know better than to jump into bed with a wolf. My name is not Ulli, and I despise the smell of wet dog…..
“Grrrrr……<snarl> careful with your words little kitten. It is only my word that keeps the wolves at bay”.A wicked grin covers the packmasters face and he allows a little smirk to cross his face, obviously enjoying the irony of his words.
“It would be difficult to carry so many dead back on such small shoulders. Especially walking this forest blind without no eyes or guide. There are many hungry denizens of these woods”. A nearby werewolf begins to chow down on the carcass of a dead silverhide.
“You are free to leave. Take the dwarves with you, there meat is to tough anyway. The wenches are yours also, they have little meat left, like a starved muel. You are lucky that your actions speak louder then your words kitten……
If you keep the heart of Kvarka Sain from me, know that there is no city in Ustalav that you will be safe in. I have more then just wolves at my command. So if you kill this Vrood before I do leave the heart. The heart is mine and mine alone. Step between me and it and we may be having this conversation again, just not in such a diplomatic fashion" Vollensag gives you an evil glare.
“Judt know when you leave kitten that no one in tbese wood will ever call you friend. For any humans that step foot in these woods under my rule will be beef served on a plater. And I will rule these woods. You have made your decision kitten. Now leave”. Vollrnsag turns to another human wearing royal aristocratic garbs. He shifted into his werewolf form before your eyes.
Come brothers and sisters, there are still a few sheep in the highthrone in need of culling."
With Vollensags last statement over 50 more werewolves appear, making them number close to 100 werewolves. There growls give the forest and the night life.
“You will also tell me what you know of a man named Adimarus Ionacu”
“Rhakis, tell the halfling what he wishes to know, turn his meat sacks free and see him to the edge of the wood. As I feel he would be little sport in his condition”. The beastly instincts within Vollensag tell him to rip the halflings throat out here and now. But he controls his hunger for more blood, pushing it into a dark place in his mind. A place that over the years has slaughtered more then 100 people. Vollensags personal slaughterhouse of paradise. He will keep such thoughts for the day he meets the halfling again. Making him rethink hid words as he eats off his tongue.
Another werewolf stays behind wishing to speak with you despite how you replied to Vollensag.
As the werewolf Rhakis he gives Ecthelion a nod and moves over to the dwarfs telling them they are free to go. He moves over to Ecthelion gives him a sadistic glare. "So you want to learn more about Adimarus do you. Well I can only tell you what I have heard. The foul being know as Adimarus came from noble beginnings to become one of the most feared creatures in the Sudderwood. He rules the demonwolf tribe with a regal and haughty air of superiority. His den in the Sudderwoods are spoken of in hushed whispers, if at all, for to awaken his ire is to ensure destruction of onself and comit it to oblivion. An eternal servitude of the bitch wolf Jazelda.
Adimarus is a cruel, heartless and utterly without mercy killing machine. From what I have heard he was born to a small noble family in Carrionhill. In his youth he cared for littke then to carry on his families name. Many say he grew up with another young man of Iomedae. A man called Sandric. They say Sandric was blessed with natural abilities and looks that far exceeded Adimarus. What was worse, was Sandric was the son of a serf and considered by many around Carrion Hill to be a champion of the poor in the region. They say Adimarus greed, lust, envy and jealousy of Sandric grew great. So Adimarus consorted with a wicked fiend, a beast called Xerxess. Some say he consorted with the beast kill Sandric iut of jealousy, others say he simply wanted to out do Sandric wuth a feat far greater then Sandric could ever hope to achieve. Others say he intended to tempt the young paladin Sandric, to act on his impulses. No matter what it was, Xerxess polluted the paladin Adimarus mind. When the village elder of Carrion Hill presented Sandric with a sword of superior craftmanship, better then Adimarus lineage sword past down from generation to generation, Adimarus lost it. Sandric was given the sword as a token of Carrion Hills faith in him. When the two paladin went to serve at Lastwall, Adimarus could barely contain his jealousy.
They say Xerxess whispered in Adimarus ear, which sent him inyo a fit of rage, blood and madness that he could not contain. Even at Lastwall Sandric continued to grow in reputation. When Sandric was invited to do a tour in the world wound. Xerxess filled Adimarus mind with a deep embedded impulse to follow Sandric to the world wound, the demon the whole time wanting Sandric sword for himself. On the road again Xerxess corrupted his mind. To the pount were Adimarus lust for Sandrics blood was beyond his conteol. One night when Sandric was asleep Adimarus made his way into the forest and pleaded with the demon in his head to give him the courage to kill Sandric.
They say a large demon wolf appeared before Adimarus, and inturn for renouncing his code she would give him more power then he could ever hope for. The demon bit Adimarus on the arm as he renouced his code, His blood became so tainted he turned into not a werewolf or a demon. But something inbetween. Not without his honour Adimarus retuned to his camp to challenge Sandric. Adimarus killed the young paladin and spread his entrails all throughout the Shudderwood. He also sent the head back to Sandrics family in Carrion Hill. Enjoying his new found power, Adimarus has set his eyes on the high throne. The werewolves of Shudderwood have kept the demond out of Udtalav from the world wound. Adimarus would have the tribes unite with the demons to the north and claim Ustalav for himself. That is why the heart of Kvarka Sain is so important."
Rhakis gives the three dwarfs a toothy grin. “I share your concerns will Kvarkas heart falling into demonic hands. But you must know that if you do not give up the heart Ecthelion, the entire Scanzi syndicate will be hunting for your blood. You will never be safe in a city or on the road again. Take my words as a threat and if you choose to ignore them, you, your friends and there families will suffer the consequences of them. Snapping a persons neck is like breaking a twig. There is plenty we already know about you. Qll humans can have there tongues lossened by coin or a lash. If you do not want to seeaqn unfrortunate accident happen to the halfling called Riff or Kendra Lorrimor in Ravensgro, you woukd be wise to heed my warning”.
Rhakis gives you another evil snarl. The two dwarfs shudder a little in fear. “The way you seek is that way” pointing to the south. One of the pupd will lead you out." Rhakis, waits for a response
Waiting for the wolves to leave, the dwarf Maric eventually shapes the stone again to free himself of his stone prison.
“By my ancestors. They are the largest wolves I have seen” Teyrn nodds enthusiastically. “But they do not compare to the wolves I saw attavk the Silver Hand. Ferocious and without mercy. I have never seen such carnage before. They spilt the dilverhands blood like a geyser and then ploughed the forest like a cirn field with blood. The darn things look indestructable. Any wounds that the hand did almist healed over instantly. Not even the sturdiest dwarf could compare to there constitution”. Teryn begins to flex his muscles, thinking constitution meant something about your arms being thick.
“You lug head”, Maric said giving Teyrn a clip over the ears. “Well I have traded in these parts before and the direction the overgrown pelt back there suggested was to hed towards Chastel. But if yea like I have friends in the east at a place called Berus that would offer you a good stock of wares, considdring them wolves took off with mine”.
Maric takes his time to look around. “Well if you can command that chunk of metal to help repair the wagon, we can be on our way in a matter of moments. En I think its best to get moving, for I can’t say I trusted that last darn wolf yea talked to. Had the look of ambition in his eye. Like yea were some sort of prize. En I can’t say it eould be wise to split our strength any further.”
With that the dwarf fabricates some tools and starts to work on the wagon.
“I pity those left in Ascanor Lodge. As it wull only be a matter of time before the wolves come and blow there house down now that the Silverhands be wiped out. Which reminds me I saw that chap Silivio whom gave you a farwell dragged off by them demob wolves. I pity his fate as the demon wolves are know for there dark rituals in commiting a mans soul to the helll”. Teyrn begins to gather what is left over from the wagon and piled them up nearby.
“Well can’t say this was a profitable venture thus far. But I am sure if we stick by ya halfling our luck will be a changing”.
Knowlege nobility roll 24.
In 4687 (24 years ago) A war broke out between Count Aericnein Neska of Barstoi and Count Olomon Venacdahilia. Neska accused Olomon of criminally squandering the countries resources in the fallow but potentially bountiful Furcina region of thr Dragonsvet Plains. Troops for Bastoi lead by Cilias Graydon occupy eastern Ardeal, beginning the War without rivals. Appeals for justice and royal censure againdt Bastoi become mired in political squabbling. The plains were famous for killing a blue dragon, dubbed the Drangonsvet Plains.
In 4689 (22 years ago) Taking matters into there own hands, Ardeals nobility, with support of its residents in Varno, attack Bastoi soldiers. The invaders prove to be stuuborn defenders and fields transform into trenches. Due to Barstois superior calvary, the invanders dig miles upon miles of trenches. Especiqlly after loosing more then a 1000 peasant malitia in less then a week to 50 Barstoi hellknight cavaliers lead by Eilisilo Varga. The peasants are buried in a mass grave (@see furrows on obsidian). Eilisilo is an emissary from Chelish capital of Egorian where she served as the Scourge hellknight. She forced the desnan revolutionaries to reconsider there position, with her merciless hunting and decaptiating of there heads. Many of which turned out to be werewolbes of the Shudderwood. Eilisilo is dubbed the chained countess for her obey or die rule of fear. She is feared for her merciless combat prowless. Knights under her including Cilias Graydon loathe and envy her command.
Eilisilo becomes Neskas iron maiden and black hand. Cilias Graydons quickly becomes disturbed by her tactics.
Those peasants taken alive are tried at the Chapel Guilts by Witchfinder Judge Erdin Coim. He fanatically tortures many of them to confess there crimes, before they are put to death. Those considered innocent are branded.
4692 (19 years ago) Cilias Graydon the military genius behind Neskas victories brands his count a tyrant and disbands his troops. Graydons troops flee to nearby nations for there own safety. Many are afraid of being captured by the witchfinder or chained countess alive. Graydon is dubed by Neska a traitor, he dispatches his best assassin to hunt down and kill Graydon.
4693 (18 years ago) After years of protracted combat, Count Neska recalls his troops and cedes Furcina back to Ardeal. Especially with the loss of Graydon whom had been the tactical genius behind Neskas major victories. In his rage of Graydons betrayal and envious of the projected value of Furcina, Neska ordered his troops to salt and burn miles of farmland. The fire-scarred, trench riddled mass gravesite is renamed the furrows. A mass murder who used the war to commit horrendous crimes named Coronel Jebaid’s is drowned and put to death.
4699 (12 years ago) Coronel Jebaid’s spirit returns to the living, kidnapping farmers whom live close to the furrows.
Those whom live near the flame-soured expanse, suffer from the sins of the past. With every strong wind ashes blow accross the dead expanse cloaking nearby towns or homelands in veils of grey, tainting every crop and meal with the taste of decay. Reports of the ghosts of peasant soildiers amid the frequent haze or whole charges of spectral knights riding before billowing dust storms are reported by vetrans of the war whom settled nearby.
Rhykis drags over the dead crumpled mess of Lancel. Looking through the paladins possessions the sword true justice is badly damage. Picking up the remenants of what is considered salvageable you pick them up and take them with.
Two days later Rhykis says “This is the Edge of Shudderwood, leave and never come back. If any of you ever set foot in here again know that despite any of your intentions you will be considered an enemy of the woods. The woods are ours….The way you seek through either east through the country Ordanto and the city Berus. Or south through the city Chastel and then the country of Ardeal. Don’t let me catch you in Lozarov again”.
Ecthelion looks back into the face of Rhykis… his eyes burning like fire, and unblinking, and states, “Very well Rhykis, I will know that I am an enemy of yours should I set foot here again, but if you, or any of your brethren set foot outside the woods, into my land, and I see you,… you will not return alive. And there will be no bargaining.”
“Well Rhykis, I care not for your future but I respect your leadership of your pack. Know that if you break your word to my knight here, your position in the pack will mean nothing as I rain fire upon your homes killing all within.” Ostarian limps away with the Knight.
Rykis leaves the halfling without responding, the two seem to have a mutual disrespect for each other with further words only incite blood to be shed.
Ecthelion turns to Ostarion and says. “The world is vast Ostarion. Perhaps you have not found any evidence on the matter, merely because you don’t look in the correct location. It is through my faith, and the oaths that I have taken to the Dawnflower, that I might be protected. I do not believe that it has anything to do with sorcery.. but feel free to try and enlighten me. I look forward to travelling with you Dwarf…stay with me, and I will give you the proof that gods exist….. But do not preach the non existence of my god. You are welcome to your view, but I will not tolerate the spreading of disbelief, simply because you have not yet found evidence.”
“Agreed, small one. I am not one for preaching, as it gets in the of killing cultists. I have given my word that I will fight with you and defend you from undead, and this I will do with relish.” “Our adventure promises to be worth many ales telling in the Inns along the way.” Moving to the area nearby, “Now onto action, do you have any objections if I ensure that your fallen comrades are buried to prevent their corpses from rising again now that we have Ullis and Lancels body outside of the woods. Also scarlett and Carrows remains?”
“Yes. Make sure they will never be disturbed again. Especially that Scarlett lady. There was something about her that I couldn’t trust. Kept disappearing whenever the enemy turned up.”
Ostarian locates each of the bodies, or as much of the parts as possible, and moves them to an area nearby with soft earth. Laying out each body with care he removes all the equipment and items to a pile for the knight to deal with. Holding a stick of charcoal and chalk Ostarian draws small dwarven runes on each body while chanting softly, covering the wounded areas with care. Keeping on eye on the small knight, Ostarian hides a small rubber tube and glass vials in his palms. A small brass needle is plunged into the side of each dead party members head while the rubber tube draws congealing blood into the vial.
Several minutes later his task completed, Ostarian digs shallow graves to place the corpses in. Covering the now near naked bodies Ostarian finishes with some sweeping arm gestures and sprinkling of chalkdust over the earth mounds. Standing up he points at the pile of bloodied gear “What is your wish with this stuff?” " I have buried the dead and they have no need for possessions since the dirt is their home now."
Maric turns to Ecthelion seeing the scattered possession. “Well it would be a great start if yea don’t mind given it to us since we lost all our goods on the wagon to the werewolves. Dat said, I be happy to try and barter with nearby towns to get yea a good deal. Might even be able to organize you some special wears”.
Wait! There is an item of lancels which, as a paladin, he would want me to have… I rummage through the pile a moment, before drawing out the braces of smite. ( I’m sorry, but I can’t let those little gems be sold off for a few coppers)
Looking through lancels possessions Ecthlion finds the broken bracelet of Lancels, on it initialed your friend T.F.
Letting the Dwarves and Ecthelion handle the gear, Ostarian looks through the dead werewolves searching for particular signs of spellcasting enemies. Finding two he knows are called Mathus and Channing he drags their bodies to the trees and makes sure no one can see him as he collects two more vials of blood from their foreheads. Ostarian lays out parchment on the chests of the dead leaders and throws pinches of garlic and squeezes a lemon over the parchment. He then holds the parchment up with runes written in blood that he starts to read carefully.
Ecthelion says " Ooc… You weird little dwarf!".
Ostarian walks over to Ecthelion, “how much did you know about these two demonic werewolves?” (noticing the halfling handle masterworked bracers). “I am able, through the power of my craft and study, to read the blood signs of the fallen or wounded to learn more about them.” “I now will know who these creatures are, what race, profession (also class), when the blood was shed and who by. Blood nevers lies to one who can see life”
Ecthelion says to his fellow dwarfs. "Mathus was preparing to undertake the ritual to raise him up above all other werewolves. I believed it to require Kvarka sains heart.. The old leader of the tribes, but the heart is nowhere here. I believe the whispering way have it.. And yet, they hold this temple ready for the ritual. I find it unusual that they would hole up here, without having the heart close by. Channing I know nothing about.. If you wish to know more, ulli would have been who you need to talk to . Perhaps when Estovian turns up, you can question him before I wipe his taint from the world. ….. If you are asking me what I know of the demonic werewolves, I know that they must be destroyed and adimarus must be destroyed. If you ask about how demon wolves are destroyed, then I can provide insight (knowledge planes +7).
It sounds like a valuable source of information. I am not one for letting corrupt beings live, even for questioning, as the best state for them is death.. Safest for all around them. With this ability, I need not worry about losing information of those whom I see unfit to carry a beating heart.
“Yes, I agree reading their blood is easier than trying to get the words from hardened lips, though I have some magic that does make that easier as well. Easier for me anyway, not so much for them.” Walking to one side Ostarian paces out a square measuring some length on each side by placing a wooden stick in the corners. Standing back and chanting in Dwarven a sturdy stone cottage is built stone by stone from the earth in less than a minute. Turning to the others, “You may rest in my cottage if you desire, it has the room and warm cooking fire.” “I will need to study my spells while we wait for any other adventurers to arrive.”
Raising one bushy eyebrow Ostarian looks impassively at the strange knight cursing the skies above while holding a damaged set of bracers. Limping over with his silvered hammer in hand he stands next to Ecthelion. “If you care to know, I have the craft and skills to fix these items if you assist with your divine grace. For a price or exchange of some kind of course, nothing in this dark wood is free.”
Ecthelion responds “Name the price, and I shall see if I can afford it.”
Carefully looking at the silver bracelet, and testing the links for strength, “I can enchant this with 2-3 days work for 7,000gp, but you will need to assist in the preparation of the holy power.” Looking at you carefully..obviously I am unable to provide that…power. I am willing to take traded magical items in exchange if they are suitable to my needs. “Or you can find a willing Master of Arcane arts (level 18) to cast a make whole spell for you.”
Ecthelion questions “Will the amulet be exactly the same as it was before the fall?”
Ostarin says. “Mmm what were the properties before the fall, I see no indicators that this possessed any great power?”.
Ecthelion replies. “Really? Then maybe it’s power is lost forever then? This silver bracelet is etched with icons of purity, fidelity, chastity, and honor, and glows with a soft white light whenever its owner prays. The wearer of this bracelet can use it as a focus between the oaths that he has taken, to strike out at evil in a more powerful way than he originally could. It amplifies his power to harm evil creatures. If you could restore it for me, in exactly the same manner, then I would surely go through the lengths necessary. It is my duty as a holy paladin to protect such artifacts. Should I not have any items which I could spare, would you accept my word that you may have my share of any money which we come upon? I always pay my debts, in due time, for it is unlawful to do otherwise.”
“I forget on occassion that others do not possess the some knowledge as I do, I meant that the bracelet only possessed moderate power before and now it is faint.” “I can restore the same power to this bracelet as long as you are able to channel the purity it needs to restore this artifact for your church.” “If you do not have the funds now I will accept your word as a comrade and knight that you will repay me for my services.” After all I have given my oath to fight undead with you and this will help.
“A simple bracelet is well within my ability of crafting, even one suited for a holy purpose, such as it is.” “Now set me the task of enchanting a helm of teleportation, that would be a nice challenge to do.”
“Crafting magical items is a trade secret and not for the untrained, though I can tell you that skilled makers can ignore some requirements by building work-arounds. That is why it is wise to the leave the details of magic to those who use it,and mages leave the art of swords to the knights.” “Your holy power can be collected in moonstones which should help bypass the align spell.” OOG The skill check increases if I dont have all the requirements, but it can still be made. Ideally we will find a way to get it working again.
“Ostarion.. Just let me know what you need me to do, and I will assist in any way I can. When the time comes, I will call upon you to draw upon your holy power, and a small amount of blood, to infuse the bracelet near the end of the crafting. All that is left, is the terms of payment, to agree to.”
Looking at the broken items, “I will also need to breakdown that valuable mithril to help build the tokens for the. I think the fallen angel would like that.”
Maric says to Ecthelion, “Well well, there laddy, I wish we could help yea with that. But that is created through praying to the gods. I suppose if yea feel up to it we can can search some of the nearby towns for a sufficient enough priest to make yea that scroll dat you need. If yea want to do dat we should check out Chastel, as it is far larger then Berus. However doing so will mean I will have less stock availiable for yea when we reach the Furrows as me supplier is in Berus. Dat said I am sure I can find something in Chastel which may catch yea eye. If yea want to head to both we will have less time to prepare for the undead surging from the Furrows. The choice is yours Laddy”.
Up ahead you can see Ostarions home. With it getting dark it would seem appropriate to sprnd the night.
Under the branches of old trees within the edge of the Shudderwood is a medium sized stone cottage thrusting out of the earth, smoke lazily wafting through a central fireplace, carrying the smell of roasted fowl into the winds. Inside the cottage Ostarian and Ecthelion are discussing the recent events and planning what to do next while we wait for fellow adventurers to heed the call and arrive. (any new characters coming to join us?) Ostarian has a bone pipe wafting dry mushroom stalks and comley leaves, reading his spellbook while an unseen servant cooks the large birds Ostarian dropped with his magic missile spell for dinner. Turning to the knight who is trying to mend a mithral longsword, “I hope some decent warriors or trackers turn up to help us. I dont fancy any god botherer preaching to the stars and blessing all and sundry. What do you think knight?”
After reaching the cottage, Unit 1 stands to attention quite suddenly. Its eyes flash a variety of different colours as it speaks monotonously “Patching complete, reboot required. Shutting down.” Its eyes stop glowing, and it stands inert.
With pipe hanging loose and seeing all eight beds accounted for, even one for the construct if needed, Ostarian speaks to all “So where are we looking for this army of undead? Who do we have to put in the earth to finish this threat?”
Maric meets Ostarians gaze. "Well I can only tell yea what I heard from them rancid demon wolves when they tore apart the Silver hand rangers. Apparently almost there entire tribe is headed to a small town called Feldgrua in the Furrows, pursuing the heart of the former packmaster Kvarka Sain. One of the younger werewolves said he said it would be a hard task with a large army of Ardealian soldiers forming on the border of the Furrows to combat undead that were being animated by dark cultists in the area. I also overheard the plan of the demon wolves to sneak unto the town during the battle to challenge the leader of the cultists. Someone called Vrood, who was the heart thief and caused all this mess.
With so much undead at his command it would be almost impossible for the small clan of werewolves to openly combat Vrood, so they are going to use the battle as a distraction. That said they said Vroods army was lead by some folk called the black banners or something like dat. The Banners were going to use the battle and Kvarkas daughter Yeselda for some ritual to summoning something evil and powerful with all the blood spilt on the Dragonsvet plains. The biggest wolf said dat Yeseldas heart was usless to him, dat his dark mother wanted Kvarkas heart to enhance the demon wolves bloodline. Her also told the rest of his pact to take da rest alive, dat they would need them for the battle. Dat Silivio man was amongst those taken. Dat was all I could hear hiding in the stone bunker I shaped. The halflings been after these cultist for sometime, he could tell yea more then I could about them". Maric looks through his belongings. “Yea darnded goblin, Yea drank the last of the ale”. Teyrn gives Maric a cheeky grin before sticking his tongue. “If I weren’t so darn’ded tired I’d make yea pay for dat”.
Freya although blind hearing Marics words also speaks. “We heard something similar before I lost my eyes. Many farmers from the border lands of Ardeal were headed for the Dragonsvet plains to combat a great evil rising there. Our father spoke of going before he was killed” Freya lets out a sob at that last statement. “please continue sister, this is important” Winoia says to Freya. After she regains her composure Freya says “Many people are flocking to the Ardeal banner that flies there. Heroes from throughout the land are being called. A famous wrestler is said to be among them. I do not know what this cult intends, nor do I wish to know. I seek only safety for my sister and myself away from war torn lands. Can you not pray to your godess master halfling to restore my eyes. For even our small community heard of your exploits in the Vielands. Surely someone as devout as you she would answer your call. Your goddess would not condemn me to a life of darkness, absent of light. Please master halfling. Please… I beg you”.
Rewponding to Maric, Ostarian says, “So its off to Feldgrua then. I intend to make Vrood pay for his crimes against the art and for corrupting the dead. I have no desire to corral soldiers while he is finishing any rituals, regardless of whose heart he is using.” Standing up and walking over to the blinded, drawing on his pipe. “If i were you I would get used to being blind as this is the real world you live in and gods have never existed. It is up to you to solve your own problems farmer stop looking for the easy way out. You are still alive when many better than you are dead.”
Ostarion takes a long drag on his pipe and the pauses, before clearing his throat and speaking. “For those that have not read a book for some time, Feldgrau is known as a haunted town as a result of hundreds dying during the wars there. If Vrood has gone there we will face many skeletons and zombies. We should plan accordingly. Knight do you have some manner of flying? I will hazard a guess, like me, you will aim your attacks at the heart of this threat. I have a fly spell potion to assist you in getting in with me to take him down while the others here deal with his walking dead.”
Ecthelion turns and says, “Thankyou Ostavion. This would be my preferred course of action, but I think we should survey the scene when we get there. I will die to make sure Vrood doesn’t live.”
“You probably will, however take this potion of fly, it will give you the chance to fight him directly. the scene is just scenery, ignore it all to strike at the heart. In this I will also give my life if necessary. Cas what do you bring in this hunt of Vrood and his undead minions? Are you able to pull your weight or do smarter people need to carry you in battle?”