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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Eccles" data-source="post: 3369620" data-attributes="member: 5675">Malachite's Story (with thanks to his player!).oOo.After two weeks trapped in the crowded stone mass of a city full of people i was longing to be back in the countryside.  Evan and Endo were out searching for more supplies to craft magic items, whilst Igmut, Flynn and I had stayed at the inn.  I was reclining on the pine bed in my room one afternoon, thankful that Sheba and my invisible potato were keeping me sane when there was a commotion from the common room in the inn.  Taking a last look at the intricate pattern of knots in the wood, Sheba and i hurried down the stairs to investigate.  A crowd of about twenty people was grouped around little Tarquin, the Gnomish innkeeper, who lay on the floor with a dagger in his back.  As they saw me some of them pointed and shouted that i had struck him down.  My protests were ignored and although i was soon joined by Igmut and Flynn the mob were becoming angry, egged on by a particularly loud merchant.   At this point Tarquin moaned and we realised he wasn't dead.  Igmut tried to force his way through the crowd to heal him, but despite my casting a spell to stop any vines clinging to him, he was unable to push through the crowd until Flynn held a notched arrow in the face of one of them, and Igmut pulled himself to his full height.  At last the crowd parted like ripened wheat in an autumn storm and he managed to stabilise our friend. At this point half a dozen of the city watch arrived.  The mob shouted that they had all seen me strike down Tarquin and to avoid bloodshed i offered to surrender myself into their custody.  I was confident my friends would be able to get to the bottom of the false accusations and equally confident that with the overarching power of nature on my side i could escape from any cell if necessary.  However, the watch insisted that my friends had to be arrested as well, at which news Igmut muttered angrily and looked like a particularly violent spring storm, about to unleash a downpour.   We decided it was best to go outside with the guards to discuss things further, but as we left, the loud merchant leapt at me and struck with a dagger leaving a long gash down my arm.  Sheba immediately leapt on him and tried to pin him to the ground, and whilst he was helpless Flynn shot arrows at him which were luckily deflected by his sword and Igmut tried to kick him unconscious,  Despite being pinned under a tiger, he managed to slash at Sheba with his sword and managed to inflict two horrific wounds - immediately i called her off, and we both went outside where i used a wand to cure the worst of her injuries.  Out of the corner of my eye i could see more of Flynn's arrows being deflected by the merchant's sword and Igmut smashing powerful blows at the merchant with his fists whilst he leapt from table to table and slashed at Igmut with his sword..  Meantime the crowd were now throwing bottles at Igmut and Flynn, although this had little effect except to stir the guards into action.  They moved forwards with shields raised and threw thunderstones into the crowd which began to subdue them. Under a continued hail of arrows, the odd sling shot from me and Igmut's continued pounding, the merchant finally dropped off the table and fell to the ground, wounded and finally unconscious.  As he did so his features melted away and we were left staring at a humanoid with a blank face.  The guards and Tarquin realised that this creature was a shape shifter which had tried to frame me and were suitably apologetic, Tarquin even offering free board for a month.  Whilst the guards were apologising to me, Flynn managed to lift a pouch from our foe's belt which we later discovered contained a crooked key.</blockquote>

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