Olgar Shiverstone
Legend
Chpt 1, finis.
Alton and Belarn began searching the body and the surrounding room. They had the man’s sickle, the disgusting armor, and some coin. In addition, they found a potion and some robes that both Alton and Olgar concurred were magical. Belarn found a secret compartment under a rock in the floor that contained two books. He hauled them out, then handed them to Alton and Olgar.
One was obviously ancient. It had a palpable evil smell and texture to it. It was covered in similar runes to those in the temple, the kind that writhed and swam in front of the eyes. Alton opened it, and pronounced it undecipherable.
The second book was much more recent. It had the look and feel of a diary, though it had a similar evil feel to it. The covers looked to be human skin. Olgar opened it. The text was indecipherable, but Olgar got the same mind-wrenching feeling from it that he had when he defiled the altar. He slammed the book closed.
“Bad stuff. Let’s head back, see if’n th’ reward’ll pay out. Bet th’ ha’seeds dinna know they had an’ evil temple t’ some old god ‘n their midst.” The others swiftly agreed.
The party returned to the surface, bypassing the remaining doors, and swiftly headed back to town, after making arrangements with the kobold tribe to leave the humans alone. Yuusdrail did the bargaining, in exchange for a bit of gold, and the kobolds readily agreed.
Leaving the kobolds outside of town, the four heroes returned to the town square. They marched into the mayor’s office, and presented the evidence.
“You had an evil temple under that farm.” Alton said, “We killed a priest of Moloch who was using the place. There’s no sign of the farmer, but his family was murdered and reanimated as skeletons. We’ve got some evil artifacts from the place that need to be checked out. How about our reward?”
“You didn’t accomplish your task,” the mayor replied, “find the farmer, and you’ll get your reward.”
“How about this, you’re honor,” Wodyn said, waving the flayed human skin armor in front of her, “think putting a stop to this is worth your gold?”
The woman shrieked in horror at the sight of the skin, and began calling for guards. Wodyn yelled “Be Silent!” drawing himself up to his full six-and-a-half foot height. He stuffed the skin back into his pack, and the woman shut up.
“Fine,” she said, “we’ll pay your reward for services rendered. We do have another opportunity for you, if you wish.”
“And that would be?” Alton asked
“The hamlet just to our south is about to bring in their cranberry harvest. We’re expecting a major storm to hit in the next three days, and would like you to ensure that the harvest is protected.”
The four just looked at her incredulously. “Are ye daft, woman?” Olgar asked, “ye want us t’ stop a storm? If’n I ha’ a hunnert o’ me kinsman, an’ three month an’ a quarry, I might could do summat, but in three days …”
“Sorry, no thanks,” Alton said smoothly. “We’ve got some artifacts to check out. We’ll let you know if we find your farmer.” And with that, the four turned and left.
Once outside, they conferred. “We still have this treasure to split up,” Wodyn said.
“Aye, split the coin,” Olgar agreed, “but we’ll at least stick t’gether to get the magic identified an’ then split it up. I thinks we could find a temple t’ Kraig. I gots some atonin’ t’ do, and fer the right favor, we mights find out a bit about th’ books. Church o’ Moloch be up t’ no good, I’m sure, an’ I’d be glad t’ help meself t’ a bit o’ their booty.” He smiled crustily. An’ Kraig be praised if’n there ain’ a big fight in it!
TO BE CONTINUED …
Alton and Belarn began searching the body and the surrounding room. They had the man’s sickle, the disgusting armor, and some coin. In addition, they found a potion and some robes that both Alton and Olgar concurred were magical. Belarn found a secret compartment under a rock in the floor that contained two books. He hauled them out, then handed them to Alton and Olgar.
One was obviously ancient. It had a palpable evil smell and texture to it. It was covered in similar runes to those in the temple, the kind that writhed and swam in front of the eyes. Alton opened it, and pronounced it undecipherable.
The second book was much more recent. It had the look and feel of a diary, though it had a similar evil feel to it. The covers looked to be human skin. Olgar opened it. The text was indecipherable, but Olgar got the same mind-wrenching feeling from it that he had when he defiled the altar. He slammed the book closed.
“Bad stuff. Let’s head back, see if’n th’ reward’ll pay out. Bet th’ ha’seeds dinna know they had an’ evil temple t’ some old god ‘n their midst.” The others swiftly agreed.
The party returned to the surface, bypassing the remaining doors, and swiftly headed back to town, after making arrangements with the kobold tribe to leave the humans alone. Yuusdrail did the bargaining, in exchange for a bit of gold, and the kobolds readily agreed.
Leaving the kobolds outside of town, the four heroes returned to the town square. They marched into the mayor’s office, and presented the evidence.
“You had an evil temple under that farm.” Alton said, “We killed a priest of Moloch who was using the place. There’s no sign of the farmer, but his family was murdered and reanimated as skeletons. We’ve got some evil artifacts from the place that need to be checked out. How about our reward?”
“You didn’t accomplish your task,” the mayor replied, “find the farmer, and you’ll get your reward.”
“How about this, you’re honor,” Wodyn said, waving the flayed human skin armor in front of her, “think putting a stop to this is worth your gold?”
The woman shrieked in horror at the sight of the skin, and began calling for guards. Wodyn yelled “Be Silent!” drawing himself up to his full six-and-a-half foot height. He stuffed the skin back into his pack, and the woman shut up.
“Fine,” she said, “we’ll pay your reward for services rendered. We do have another opportunity for you, if you wish.”
“And that would be?” Alton asked
“The hamlet just to our south is about to bring in their cranberry harvest. We’re expecting a major storm to hit in the next three days, and would like you to ensure that the harvest is protected.”
The four just looked at her incredulously. “Are ye daft, woman?” Olgar asked, “ye want us t’ stop a storm? If’n I ha’ a hunnert o’ me kinsman, an’ three month an’ a quarry, I might could do summat, but in three days …”
“Sorry, no thanks,” Alton said smoothly. “We’ve got some artifacts to check out. We’ll let you know if we find your farmer.” And with that, the four turned and left.
Once outside, they conferred. “We still have this treasure to split up,” Wodyn said.
“Aye, split the coin,” Olgar agreed, “but we’ll at least stick t’gether to get the magic identified an’ then split it up. I thinks we could find a temple t’ Kraig. I gots some atonin’ t’ do, and fer the right favor, we mights find out a bit about th’ books. Church o’ Moloch be up t’ no good, I’m sure, an’ I’d be glad t’ help meself t’ a bit o’ their booty.” He smiled crustily. An’ Kraig be praised if’n there ain’ a big fight in it!
TO BE CONTINUED …