This is Aran's Tavern Tale (Tale 4) which he told upon arriving at Fallcrest
The Blueflame Orb was packed to the rafters and the owner Par Breenan was rushed off his feet trying to serve the buoyant crowd. He did not mind as it was indeed a joyous occasion, for working at his side wearing an apron instead of her armour was his daughter Cass, returned home safe after heading north in search of her brother.
The search had been a failure with noone having heard or seen anything of Jon Breenan, but the trip had not been uneventful, at that moment in pride of place over the bar was a huge great axe which if the stories were to be believed could burst into flame at the thought of its wielder.
The storyteller in question was another welcome returnee, Aran Thule had headed off with Cass and had promised to look after her, they had also been commissioned by Parle Cranewing to map out an abandoned keep near the town of Winterhaven. But the adventure the ranger described seemed more then just a simple mapping expedition.
Gathered closest to him were many halflings of varied ages who wanted to hear the stories of the young white haired ranger, many from the Halfmoon Trading House who were glad to hear that the trade routes between the two towns should now be a lot safer. Further back were other patrons, taking advantage of their height but no less attentive, they listened often with disbelief at the tale of how doom had almost descended upon them.
The drinks had flowed as Aran spoke of the journey up and the attempted ambushes that had taken place, of the rescue of Douven Staul and the battles of kobold creek. Of the first venture into the ruins of the keep and the rescue of Splug, of the sad death of Rangrim and most recently of the treachery of Ninaran as she defiled the towns graveyard. Now they waited as Aran described the final venture into the depths of Shadowfell Keep…
“We were worried that we might be too late… what with the having to return to Winterhaven and back, we knew that time was of the essence and that Kalerel’s ritual was nearing completion but we didn’t know what we would face so we advanced cautiously. I took the lead and it all seemed quiet, like the calm before the storm, we reached the area we had fought the hobgoblins and pressed on until we found a set of doors behind which I could make out voices.
Now surprise is always short lived so I wanted to make the most of it, so quietly we hatched a plan while I made sure the door was unlocked but the surprise was on us as Elwanen smashed open the door and charged into the room. He didn’t get far, a nasty hobgoblin in fancy robes pointed a staff at him and the energy from it knocked him flying, Cass charged up as well and another war caster shot her with his staff and knocked her down as well. Now noone does that to a friend of mine but I couldn’t get to them, there were several guards, a huge cauldron of boiling soup and a few archers between us, Fangorn charged into the front rank of guards and I sped between the guards, I remembered the fish oil coffin trap… I didn’t want them pouring hot soup over me so before they could react I jumped up and gave the top of the pot a good kick and knocked it the other way so it poured over the archers.”
Cheers erupted from the crowd and even Sergeant Thurmina of the watch (she along with two other members of her guard unit had decided to go off duty to hear first hand of the events up north) chuckled at the description.
“I used the cauldron for cover as the hobgobs closed in, I tell you they are nasty, trained to work together, once they form a shield wall it’s a nightmare to take them down. But what can you do, if you get held up at the wall the archers and casters have free reign to unleash arrows and burning death upon you, the boss hadn’t even bothered to get involved yet, he was just laughing and calling us names.
Fangorn managed to force his way past the guards and charged the casters and I followed suit, both of us saw them as a major threat that needed to be taken down but leaving a foe behind you is risky and we both took hits from the guards as we passed them. We reached the warmages and attacked, I sliced and diced with Fang and Talon but couldn’t get a killing blow, neither could Fangorn as the defensive magics deflected his attacks… and then they hit back, one shot Fangorn with a force ray and pushed him into a blazing fire pit, now being a tree that wasn’t good, he screamed and collapsed, the other warmage muttered a word and his staff came alive with power, he smashed it down on my head and then everything went black… we had tried to take down the enemy and failed and now were down and unconscious with a wall of guards between us and our friends.”
The crowd hushed and the younger listeners looked distressed, one of the guards muttered under his breath ”I never saw no tree enter town…”
Aran milked the tension before continuing “I opened my eyes to see an armoured figure kneeling over me, thankfully it was Elwanen, he had teleported past the guards and healed me with his faith, but before I could rise the warchief attacked and struck the eladrin to the ground. Things looked bad, Des shouted across the room for Fangorn to fight on and not give in. The brave burning tree charged out of the flames and smacked one of the mages so hard he left a dent in the wall behind him, and proceeded to lay into the other one. Before this mage had a chance to react Sabbat appeared and with a wave of magic caused the smoke from the fire to reach out and drag the warmage into the flames where he was immolated. I got up had joined in the fight against the war chief and the remaining guards while Fangorn got his breath back and poured a potion down Elwanen’s throat. The battle had turned and we killed the chief and got the last guard to surrender.
With the ritual close to completion we did not have time to rest so we headed deeper into the ruins, it started to smell bad, of death and blood and other bad stuff. We entered a huge chamber with streams of blood snaking across the floor towards a central pit, we could hear chanting below but in front of us was the priest we had met earlier, but instead of zombies this time he had brawny wild eyed humans with big axes protecting him.
I moved to the side hoping to flank them but as I passed a side passage a creature jumped out at me, it had pale skin and glowing eyes and big, large, sharp pointy teethies, from his clothing it looked like he had been a farmer but was now a nasty kind of vampire spawn.
Thankfully he wasn’t that tough, as he lunged for my neck I reacted and thrust Talon straight through its chest and the light in its eyes went out. I was then I noticed the movement in the shadows, there was a lot more of these things in the room. This time we worked as a unit, using our skills to best effect, Ryam had a flag which he waved to inspire us and it seemed to work, we were better coordinated and took down our enemies, knocking some into the pit and flanking the stupid berserkers, even Splug helped, taking down some of the vampire spawn. The battle ended quickly, even the attacks of a sneaky shadow creature couldn’t stop us, we took down the berserkers and then the priest and then took a second to catch our breath, the only way out was down the blood coated pit, and because we had knocked someone down there they would know we were coming.”
The whole tavern seemed to lean forward in anticipation of the final battle, Aran drained the flagon he held and started on the finishing chapter.
“We climbed down the chains and ended up in a pool of blood, Ryam placed his standard and we looked around. The chamber was lit with foul lights and fire pots, statues of the god of undead stood around the room and stairs on either end of the room led up to an alter on one side and a pit on the other.
Covering a large part of one of the walls was a stone arch and in this arch was blackness, evil oily blankness that glistened and rippled as if there was something just under the surface, in front of it was a magic circle… we had found the portal to the Shadowfell.
We saw Kalarel then, he was a big scary human in black robes and armour carrying a sinister rod that glowed with dark power, next to him was an undead hound and blocking the stairs were a row of skeletons, more skeletons were scattered around the room and on the opposite side from Kalarel stood an ominous dark figure that I recognised as one of these nasty corpses that lob bits of their flesh at you, next to that were two wights.
So there we were, surrounded on all sides by undead and bad magic with the portal looking close to opening.
A wave of magic flew over my head and slammed into the flesh lobber, knocking it back into the pit, Ryam and I charged the wights while Cass attacked the skeletons on our flank, Theron and Elwanen made some skeletons go boom before the paladin and Fangorn attacked their ranks trying to get to Kalarel.
It was a great battle, magic flew, bones were shattered and undead were smited, I tag teamed the wights with Ryam and slowly we weakened and destroyed them, Team Halfling for the win!” A cheer went up from massed horde of halflings that were listening to the story.
“Unfortunately Kalarel had a few tricks up his sleeve, Cass had taken down the skeletons and now charged the evil cleric, preparing to chop him in half with her big flaming axe… the coward teleported away from her and appeared in the circle by the portal and a swarm of tentacles erupted from the darkness lashing out at any of us that came near.
We closed in, I pulled out my fish and challenged the nasty man, then ran in and hit him hard with Talon and Fang, Ryam was right behind me and he sliced in with his big sword and nearly chopped Kalarel’s leg off. Noone could survive a wound like that, Kalarel fell backwards out of the circle and the tentacles grabbed him and pulled him through into the Shadowfell.
There was a moments silence as we all stopped and looked at the portal… but it didn’t close, the darkness erupted again and this time the tentacles grabbed Fangorn and started to pull him towards the portal.
Now Fangorn was strong and Cass and Ryam grabbed him and were holding him back but I noticed something else, the tentacle was draining the life from him and using him to drain power from the heartstone, we had to stop it.
I ran up and sliced through a tentacle but as soon as I did more reached out and grabbed him, it was a losing battle, I think something passed between Fangorn and Elwanen as they came to the conclusion that the only way to stop this was for Fangorn to die outside the portal and for his body to be saved.
Theron was using his magic to try to close the portal and it all seemed to happen at once, Elwanen ran his sword through Fangorn’s heart and Theron finished his chant… the portal shut leaving just a normal stonewall.
We had won; Winterhaven was saved but at what cost… all the people that had been sacrificed to try to open the portal, Rangrim the paladin of Moradin and now Fangorn… To fallen friends and the fight against evil!” Aran raised his flagon and toasted his former companions, everyone in the tavern followed suit and there was a moments silence for the fallen.
“Then something strange happened... Fangorn’s body split open and inside we found the body of a dark skinned elf, stranger too was the fact he was alive. We didn’t know what to do but thought it best to take him back to see Valthrun. Kalarel had vanished through the portal but we found a few other interesting things, I got this crystal and dagger see.” Aran pulled out a dagger and span it in the air, he caught it and then the crowd gasped as the blade glowed and changed appearance to look like lightning, while they were reeling from that he pulled out a long dangerous looking piece of crystal that almost looked like a sword, but it was the fact to glowed a bright greenish blue that caused the looks of awe and wonder.
Aran grinned and put the weapons away and reached for the next drink.
“We made our way back, carrying the unconscious drow until we arrived at Winterhaven were we were given a lords welcome, I don’t remember much of that night but it was fun. Anyway that’s almost where my tale ends, we headed back here but one day while leading I heard a noise and then saw a human running around a bend in the road screaming that he was being chased by kobolds. Well we have faced kobolds before, just not in this number, there must have been hundreds of them, a sea of little wannabe dragons chasing this one human, well we had to even the odds a bit.
Now Theron is good with the old magic, Cass is lethal with that axe and that drow is a killer with his crossbow, but who do you think took down the most?”
Aran grinned and jumped onto the bar and posed to the crowd, the tavern erupted in noise and the chants of ‘Aran! Aran!’ could even be heard in Hightown.
James/Floating_Disc (who plays Rangrim/Ryam) has also drawn a picture of Aran, which i think looks great