26th of Ready’reat
It was early in the morning. A pull on the front door’s bell brought Captain Metus to the drawbridge. He looked out at a plainly dressed man wearing a simple brown cape. “May I help you?”
“Yes. I’m certain that by now, you’ve noticed that your white-haired druid friend didn’t return last night.”
Metus shrugged. “Oaken? What, he didn’t return?”
“Oh.” The man seemed confused. “I suppose you didn’t notice. Aren’t you his friends?”
“I’m Captain Metus. I don’t think he’s real close with anyone else just yet. Let me get someone.” Metus walked off and found Kizzlorn, who’d just woken up. She shuffled down to the door in her bedrobe.
“Something about Oaken?” Her eyelids fluttered and strained to stay open.
“Yes. He’s been abducted. May I come in?”
This might sound an odd way to meet someone, but when you’re a famous adventurer, this is no odder than buying eggs in the market. Kizz opened the portcullis and wandered over to a comfortable chair. “What’s all this, then?” she asked. “Pardon me, I’m just very tired.”
“Your friend has been kidnapped.” The man stepped inside, not feeling entirely that he was carrying the urgent news he was sure they’d be shocked to hear.
“How, when, where, why, and by whom? And who are you, while we’re at it?”
“I’ll tell you what I can. My name is Nurn. An opponent of my master, named Aameul, has been notified that the descendant of a powerful druid of old named Dydd could be used to double his own powers. This Aameul is a demon prince of the Abyss, and it is in my master’s best interests if he does not ascend to this level of power. At this time we do not know how he intends to ascend using your friend, but it almost certainly will mean his death. As you see, it is in both our interests if you act quickly.”
“Mm hmm. Who is your master?”
“I am not at liberty to say. The name I know him by is Hethradiah. So may you name him.”
“Hethradiah, got it. Okay. Will you be helping us?”
“No. This is for you to do. I will be acting against the creature that took Oaken, but in my own ways.”
“What took him?”
“I know it only as The Cathezar. It’s a half-woman, half-snake creature that is in truth half-demon, half-devil. It is extremely deadly, and is only the agent of the demon lord Aameul.”
Vek emerged from his dungeon. “It shouldn’t be a problem. We handle tougher beasties all the time. Just point us at it.”
Nurn looked up. “I rather think The Cathezar is stronger than you know. You would be wise to speak without such a smug air.”
”Smug air is the only air I have.”
Kizz asked “So how do we find where they’re keeping Oak? Any advice you can give us?”
“No, I’ve spent too much time here already. You’re a powerful group… you should be able to figure the rest out on your own.” He turned to leave.
“How can we contact you, if we need to?” Kizzlorn called out.
“You can’t. Good day to you.” He left.
Kizz sighed and stood up. “Well, that was exciting. Vek, can you get started in figuring out where Oaken is via a Scrying spell? I’ll rally the troops.”
“Will do.”
She yawned as she climbed the stairs. “Looks like today should be exciting.”
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