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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sqwonk" data-source="post: 1123566" data-attributes="member: 13931">Killer Shields and Eyeless attackers“The Tyrant is obviously Phad Karazon defeated only 20 years ago. In what manner you are to “bear witness” the Sisterhood could not ordain. But if Karazon is somehow returning – all measures must be taken to stop him.”The group falls into discussions about the horrors of the Phad, the prophecy and their roles. Yaro starts to clear the table of dishes and chicken bones.Marcus asks where he came by the excellent shield hung above the fireplace.“That was left here by the dwarf Winterbok. He and his band had defeated the Fire Bandit several years back. His mage had imprisoned them in their cave hideout. He returned, alone, several months later to go into the hideout and collect the loot. The night before he was going to go to the cave he dropped dead in his soup. Sitting right over there.Remilless snickers “Great story Yaro.” As he gets up to give the shield a closer look.It is very well made – shiney black with a fiery design along the top.Marcus groans trying to remember if he had soup with his dinner.Yaro interrupts “ Its cursed you know. After Winterbok passed on. I had one of the stableboys put the shield up over there for posterity. He died 2 days later. No one has touched it since.”Angrimir concentrates – “It is magical, but I don’t know which type.”After some more speculations on the shield, the prophecy , and a few more glasses of wine and beer the party retires to their rooms.In the dead of night, they are awakend by the sound of a woman screaming and a scuffle from the innkeeper's room.Marcus and Zenthilus are the first down the stairs and spot Yaro fighting 2 short man-like creatures with long greasy back hair and axes.As the rest of the party rushes down the stairs, Marcus and Zenthilus move in to help Yaro.Marcus skewers one of the creatures with his Greatsword. Zenthilus’ first swing sends his sword backwards back down the stairs.Yaro turns and shouts “There is more coming in the window.”Angrimir and Remilles rush outside to spot several more creatures climbing from the stable roof into the bedroom window.The creatures are no match for the party’s magic and blades. After a few seconds all lay dead. Upon examination, they find that the creatures have no eyes.Yaro is very grateful. His human wife, Maggie, is still shaking. “They wanted this”- holding up a large blue crystal “They found it when they were looking through our dresser.”“ It was also left here by Winterbok.”Angrimir examines the crystal. “I think it is a sort of key. You said Winterbok imprisoned the bandits? Was there a mage in his band?”“What the hell were those things? Marcus interrupts. “No eyes!”Yaro explains, “Yes he had a mage. Maybe 2. The Fire Lord and his bandits were a tough bunch. It is said they had inhuman slaves.”Zenthilus looks toward the Udo. “I know our mission is important, but if we do not find out where these things came from they may come back once we are gone. I don’t think the dwarf and his lovely wife could protect themselves.’“Plus the cartfulls of gold” Marcus interjects.“What?”“The bandits treasure. Before the curse of the shield killed him, he was going to recover the bandit’s treasure. I am thinking cartfuls of gold at least.”The Udo steps in, “I don’t know about treasure, but Zen is right. You must get to the heart of matter to protect Yaro and Maggie. Zaro, do you know where the bandits hideout is?”‘Of course everyone knows where is is. It is an cave several miles south of here, But is is sealed up by some sort of magical crystal.”‘Well these things must of found a way out.” Zenthilus answersAngrimir’s eyes light up. “Pepe should be able to follow the scent back to their lair. If we hurry.”“Who is Pepe?” Marcus asks the elf.Angrimir hold up his dog and gets him to sniff the dead creatures. ‘Go get em Pepe, go on!”Pepe sniffs and runs in circles a few times then scampers off into the trees with the rest of the group following.Marcus, trying not to step on the the little dog, “This can’t be good.”</blockquote>

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