[smallcaps]Elsewhere...[/smallcaps]
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He presses his back against the wall, noting that it is still strong despite its decrepit appearance.
What happened? What was that thing?
The last days race along his inner eye as he reflects upon the situation he got himself into, while he catches his breath.
It all began with the note, the proclamation. Riches and Fame, Glory. Two days ago he arrived by ship. He wasn't alone, other adventurers also heeded the call, others had already been there for a week or longer. There was much to do.
Hunting gnolls, that's what they said they would do. There were patrols of the humanoids often found near the old textile house. Goblins as well, kobolds, and others. Strangely these creatures wouldn't turn on each other. He accompanied them, his talents would be put to good use.
The apparition made him shiver, the terrible moaning, he lost his mind. It looked like a king, a crown on its translucent head. That is the first detail he recalls. It seemed... frightened? The ghostly creature ran away the same time he turned to get some distance between himself and that place, compelled by that terrible sound.
Soon he is back on his way, back to the place he left. The other two aren't there. Nearby he finds a sword, like the one carried by the human, and blood. Looks like they ran into something... and lost. But they were nowhere to be found. Damn! There was little he could do at this point. He had to go back. It wasn't safe out here, alone.
On his way Elrohas passes the large building they had seen earlier, which looks like a library. There are people in front of it. Two, a human in hunter's garb with a huge bow, and a halfling, mounted on a riding dog. Adventurers, like himself, what else could they be?
They enter the building through one of the large double doors...
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