What a time we're having. First the little whiner comes down for breakfast in a huff. I could swear she was staring daggers at me. It's not like I stole her book or tore the pages. Then she barely touched breakfast. I had to convince the tavern keeper that the food was O.K. just the little missus was a little under the weather.
Then SHE decides that we ought to poke our noses around and ask questions. Who died and made her the boss. Snippy little thing wouldn't even give me a kiss on the cheek for everyone could see. What kind of "wife" won't give her husband a peck on the cheek. She's a lousy actress, probably should stay away from theater work.
OH, let's go look at land she says. Alright, it's probably the sane thing to do around here if we're gonna pretend to fit in...... Well what do you know. The kid has some talent. I ain't sure I liked her talking in my head. It worked ,but how would you shut her up later when she was mad at you. She ain't talking but you're hearing loud and clear. Whatever she done to Derek worked and we got answers. They weren't good answers but at least we know what we're facing. Some damnedable cult mess.
Headed back to town. We'll tell the others what we got when we see them. Our buddy Derek wants to buy us a drink. Probably to soften up a potential sale he's thinking. What in the hell is Miss Prissy Pants thinking??? She's just gonna wander upstairs with Derek to talk business?? I don't think so. Besides it wouldn't look appropriate. I nudge Aaron in the ribs and we follow them upstairs. Let's get this over with and go find the others.
Certainly not a very stylish room. The wine is probably cheap stuff he brews in his barn. I beg off on having any, Breakfast must not have set right I says. The kid gives me a look to say "See what I can do. I'm having a drink. I'm grown up enough to do what I want". Sure kid, whatever.
What the hell just happened. The kid's collapsing from 1 glass of wine. Aaron ain't looking good either. The little con artist drugged the wine. He was gonna steal our money. What's going on. The walls opening up. Our 'buddy' has friends. WHOA, they're ugly and mean. I yell at Aaron to get up and fight but he's looking confused. I can make it out the door and get help but that means leaving the squirt and the cleric. I don't abandon friends. If I can just hold them off and yell for help we might make it.
I can't move!!!. Some big ugly and some lady are coming out of the wall opening. This ain't gonna be good. She does something in the air near me. I'm passing out. I failed to protect the kid. I'm sorry Gwen, I tried to warn you about this trip. Hope the gods take your soul to a real nice place, You weren't that bad to know.
Oh God, it hurts to move. I'm either dead or wishing I was. We're in some cage in a dark dungeon looking place. I've been cut up a little but at least the bloods quit flowing. The kid and Aaron are here too. They're already awake and they look to be in better shape than I am. Dirty buggers must of took some cheap shots after I was out cold. Some cute little girl in another cage next to ours. A little dirty and scruffy looking but the look in her eyes says she ain't buying what this groups selling. A real wildcat if I ever seen one. She'd spit in your eye as she was clawing it out. Maybe we can get her to talk and find out where we are and what's going on. My gears gone but we're alive so there's some hope.
The rest of the group should realize we're missing and start looking for us. How long has it been? Where are we? Who is our gracious host or hostess? I'm gonna slit that jerks throat if I ever see him again. GWen don't seem to be having much luck getting the kid to talk. She just looks at us like it's our fault she's here. "Hey kid, we're in the same mess". Damn, I shouldn't have yelled like that. I think I pulled something near the cut in my side. Hey I think that's our gear over near that far wall. MIght as well be in the next town for all the good it's doing now. I need to rest. Maybe Gwen and Aaron can come up with something.
Then SHE decides that we ought to poke our noses around and ask questions. Who died and made her the boss. Snippy little thing wouldn't even give me a kiss on the cheek for everyone could see. What kind of "wife" won't give her husband a peck on the cheek. She's a lousy actress, probably should stay away from theater work.
OH, let's go look at land she says. Alright, it's probably the sane thing to do around here if we're gonna pretend to fit in...... Well what do you know. The kid has some talent. I ain't sure I liked her talking in my head. It worked ,but how would you shut her up later when she was mad at you. She ain't talking but you're hearing loud and clear. Whatever she done to Derek worked and we got answers. They weren't good answers but at least we know what we're facing. Some damnedable cult mess.
Headed back to town. We'll tell the others what we got when we see them. Our buddy Derek wants to buy us a drink. Probably to soften up a potential sale he's thinking. What in the hell is Miss Prissy Pants thinking??? She's just gonna wander upstairs with Derek to talk business?? I don't think so. Besides it wouldn't look appropriate. I nudge Aaron in the ribs and we follow them upstairs. Let's get this over with and go find the others.
Certainly not a very stylish room. The wine is probably cheap stuff he brews in his barn. I beg off on having any, Breakfast must not have set right I says. The kid gives me a look to say "See what I can do. I'm having a drink. I'm grown up enough to do what I want". Sure kid, whatever.
What the hell just happened. The kid's collapsing from 1 glass of wine. Aaron ain't looking good either. The little con artist drugged the wine. He was gonna steal our money. What's going on. The walls opening up. Our 'buddy' has friends. WHOA, they're ugly and mean. I yell at Aaron to get up and fight but he's looking confused. I can make it out the door and get help but that means leaving the squirt and the cleric. I don't abandon friends. If I can just hold them off and yell for help we might make it.
I can't move!!!. Some big ugly and some lady are coming out of the wall opening. This ain't gonna be good. She does something in the air near me. I'm passing out. I failed to protect the kid. I'm sorry Gwen, I tried to warn you about this trip. Hope the gods take your soul to a real nice place, You weren't that bad to know.
Oh God, it hurts to move. I'm either dead or wishing I was. We're in some cage in a dark dungeon looking place. I've been cut up a little but at least the bloods quit flowing. The kid and Aaron are here too. They're already awake and they look to be in better shape than I am. Dirty buggers must of took some cheap shots after I was out cold. Some cute little girl in another cage next to ours. A little dirty and scruffy looking but the look in her eyes says she ain't buying what this groups selling. A real wildcat if I ever seen one. She'd spit in your eye as she was clawing it out. Maybe we can get her to talk and find out where we are and what's going on. My gears gone but we're alive so there's some hope.
The rest of the group should realize we're missing and start looking for us. How long has it been? Where are we? Who is our gracious host or hostess? I'm gonna slit that jerks throat if I ever see him again. GWen don't seem to be having much luck getting the kid to talk. She just looks at us like it's our fault she's here. "Hey kid, we're in the same mess". Damn, I shouldn't have yelled like that. I think I pulled something near the cut in my side. Hey I think that's our gear over near that far wall. MIght as well be in the next town for all the good it's doing now. I need to rest. Maybe Gwen and Aaron can come up with something.