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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Medriev" data-source="post: 4649371" data-attributes="member: 21864">Chapter 12 - The Red Eye Gang (Part 1)“It was certainly a trap then,” said Enlishia as she examined the parchment they had taken from the tieflings once more. She read it to herself one last time. I don’t care how you do it, but deal with these adventurers, she read silently. Take one of the bronze warders if you must. If they remain in the Labyrinth they could disrupt my plans. Once you’ve dealt with them, deliver their bodies to our gnoll friends along with the other scroll I have sent you. It was signed simply Paldemar.“The other offers our corpses to Maldrick Scarmaker, Exalted Chieftain of the Blackfangs and Chosen of Yeenoghu,” said Dulvarna, raising the second parchment they had recovered. “Apparently our corpses were to be given as a token of ongoing friendship from Paldemar to the gnoll chieftain. It was sealed with an ornate P rune which must be the mark of this Paldemar.”“Agreed,” said Enlishia. “And he seems to have left a map to the lair of the Blackfangs.” She pointed towards a third parchment that lay on the table before them. They sat in the common room of the Halfmoon Inn having just finished another of Rendil’s sumptuous breakfasts.“We should set out now,” the ranger said with unusual impulsiveness. “Before they have chance to move the two remaining elves.”“According to this, we need to go west from the hall and descend into the lower levels,” rumbled Erlmoor while unconsciously flexing the shoulder that the bronze warder’s axe had crushed. Telkya had restored the bones and the flesh but it still pained him a little.“Enlishia is right,” said the dragonborn at last. “We cannot wait. We must go forth now.”“And what of the elves and thralls we rescued from the Horned Hold?” asked Dulvarna. “We have yet to take them from the mountain. The longer the stay here, the more likely it is that they will become slaves once again. I would hear Litiraan speak on this.”“You are right, of course,” said Litiraan. “We cannot set out for this place that is called the Well of Demons while leaving my kin behind in this inn. We must take them to the Minotaur Gate and then seek our reckoning with the gnolls. It will delay us little.”“It will delay us enough,” said Erlmoor. “If we take this course then we must return here and wait another day. We will likely meet some dark denizens of the mountain while we march to or from the gate and will need to recover before facing the gnolls.”“And perhaps we shall not,” said Litiraan. “We have seen little of the mountain’s denizens when we have walked the dark halls since we have arrived. Only in their holds do the denizens of Thunderspire seem to dwell.”“Then we will take that chance,” said Dulvarna and as she said it, Erlmoor nodded his consent. He would bow to her wisdom as he often did. “Make the former thralls ready. We make for the Minotaur Gate as soon as they are able.” With a  scraping of chairs, the companions rose from their breakfast table and set about busying themselves with their own preparations for travel. The name of their goal, the Well of Demons, hung heavy upon them all as they made ready to leave.</blockquote>

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