Wraithdrit
First Post
Plickit waited till the drow finally seemed to settle down. The smoke was starting to clear and any moment he would be visible to the elves’ keen senses. He quietly slipped the cork off the bottle again and the smoke thickened again.
The drow were quick to react. The officer that had remained started barking orders. Plickit did not wait to hear them. He launched himself from the wall, took several bounding steps then launched himself up through the hole. Bolts skittered off stone around him as the drow reacted to the noise.
The thri-kreen never stopped. His quick, able strides picked his way down the long natural corridor that lead toward the surface. He did not slow down till he found the rest of the group stopped outside the small hill that held the entrance to the crypts.
Mytrym nodded as Plickit stepped out of the doorway, “Somehow I knew you would make it out.” The paladin seemed actually pleased to see the ranger. In fact, having lost one companion already, the entire group seemed a little relieved to see the ranger. Even Delorian, who had remained cool to the thri-kreen seemed a little relieved to see him. The monk may not really like traveling with a member of race of creatures that his people were currently trying to enslave or destroy, but that did not mean he did not recognize the ranger’s usefulness to the group. Happiest to see Plickit was his desert dog. The animal leapt up and licked the ranger on the side of one mandible.
Plickit petted his companion then pushed the dog off and to the ground, “Good boy. Tck.” He looked to the others and nodded.
The group gathered their various packs and weapons, their short rest over. Without saying much they turned toward the north. The five-hour trek toward Dagger Falls was made in a sort of hushed uncomfortable silence that none of them enjoyed. Outside of town Plickit stopped and began making himself a camp, and Naria sat down to join him.
Mytrym looked confused, “You aren’t coming into town?”
The wizard looked at him, “I have no more illusions prepared to hide myself. I would be killed on sight.”
Looking between the two, Plickit pulled off a ring from one hand. Tossing it into Naria’s lap he nodded. “Wear that-tck. You can be what-tck you want-tck.”
The entire group stared at Plickit a moment. Naria nodded, “Thank you. I’ll return it as soon as we return.” Knowing the lending of a magic trinket was no big deal, the thri-kreen pulled out a small bundle of bloody cloth and whistled for his dog. The group quickly turned to walk away.
Amador shook his head as they walked on toward town, “Maybe if he just cooked it first…” He shuddered at the thought of what the thri-kreen was eating in his camp. Worse was the way the dog had seemed so eager to join the insect warrior for the meal.
The group soon stood before the gates. Amador tried unsuccessfully to get the gate guard to open up. It wasn’t until Mytrym exerted his forceful will that the gates were finally opened. The group quickly retired for the night, and went the next morning to see Randal Morn.
At hearing the news of Tanerus’ demise, and the loss of the gem, Morn seemed a bit discouraged. “What is your plan now?”
Amador shrugged, “We replace the halfling’s skills with someone else and go back to finish what we started.” Amador spoke coldly of replacing Tanerus, not using his name so he could distance himself from the pain of the loss of the last of his original companions that had gone with him to Tethyamar.
Mytrym nodded, “Do you know of anyone that could help?”
Morn shook his head, “I’ll ask around among my scouts, but I don’t know of any that would want to join a trip to the Underdark. That’s something I cannot order someone to do. Oh, your friend Will was in town last night. You might want to see if he knows anyone.”
Amador seemed to brighten, “Yes!”
Delorian looked to the others, “Will is here? Perhaps he would join us. We could use the aid. We are far outnumbered, more magical support will certainly help our chances.”
Amador looked back to Morn, “Can you help us get some more supplies?”
Morn looked a little a loss, “I wish I could, but I called in all the favors I had and used as much money as I could to get you the diamonds to bring back the thri-kreen. Sorry.”
The group nodded and soon took their leave. They split up, with Amador going to the Temple of Tyr to get as many scrolls and potions as he could afford. Mytrym and Delorian went to an alchemist shop and procured a few other potions. They all met back up and headed to Will’s home.
The wizard answered the door, half dressed. He let the group in after a few moments. Serin was relaxing in one corner of Will’s bed, dressed, but obviously only recently so. Will look concerned, “Where is Tanerus…?”
After explaining Will sat down on the edge of his bed and shook his head, “This is not good. Not good at all. Things get worse. I have reason to believe that after Serin and I left Tethyamar yesterday, it fell to invaders.”
The entire group was shocked, Mytrym was the first to voice the obvious, “What?! What happened?”
Will frowned, “We tried to teleport back. The spell was blocked.”
Naria broke in, “Blocked? But that means someone has cast a dimensional anchor over the area.”
Will nodded and helped finish the line of thinking. “Something none of the dwarves would know or allow. I can only assume that someone has taken exception to our presence there.” He glanced at Delorian but did not voice the thought that accompanied the look.
Amador sighed, “We have to go back.”
Will shook his head, “Not yet. Lets take care of this drow outpost first.” He stood and walked over to his backpack. He pulled forth his crossbow and traveling clothes from the magical bag. “We will need someone who can take Tanerus’ place.”
Mytrym nodded, “We were hoping you might know someone.”
Will turned and smirked at the aasimar. “I do. We will need to go talk to Morn.”
A few minutes later they stood looking at Morn as the Lord of Daggerdale yelled, “What!? You have to be kidding me! You want me to release your cousin? You know as well as I that he was rightfully convicted and sentenced. No. I can’t do that.”
Will countered, “What if he pays full restitution? Allow him to accompany us and I’m sure we can use his share of the treasure to pay back his victims.”
“And when the Calahans see him walking free before that? What kind of trouble do you think that is going to start? No way. You need to find another way.”
“There is no one else. You know as well as I that without the church’s divinations Marcus would have never been caught. He is good at what he does, and we need him. I’ll get him out of the city without being recognized.” Will smiled as he leaned forward, “What’s worse? Letting a convicted felon out of prison, or the continued drow raids?”
Morn groaned and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. As he shoved one arm into it he glared over at the group, “I’m going to regret this. I know I am.”
When Marcus was brought of his cell into the cellblock in the entrance to the town dungeons, he looked like he had not shaved or bathed in well over a year. Mainly because it was true. His beard and hair were long and scraggly. He walked a bit stiffly, but his step was surer with each stride. When he saw Morn he shook his head, “No, I won’t tell you where it is, go sod off!” He started to turn around, but the jailer shoved him forward.
Morn shook his head, “Actually Marcus, I’m here to let you go?”
That got the thief’s attention, “Eh? Why would you do that?”
Morn stepped aside to allow the small group of heroes, led by Marcus’ cousin, into the room. Will nodded, “Hello Marcus.”
Marcus grinned, “Will!” He strode up and clapped one shoulder of the mage. “You are a sight for sore eyes.” He looked to the others then to Morn. “So you need me then eh? Heh. How the tables do turn, eh Morn?”
Morn frowned but held his tongue for the moment. He turned and looked at Will, “Clean him up, and get him out of my town.” He looked back at Marcus, “Your group fails in this, you go back in the dungeon. If you don’t come back with them, I’ll place a price on your head so large…”
Marcus shook his head, “No you won’t… you won’t have to. We won’t fail, and I’ll be with them.” He blinked then looked at Will, “What are we not failing at?”
Will smiled, “I’ll tell you on the road.”
Morn nodded, “Remember, no one sees him. No one.”
Will nodded, “No problem.”
An hour later, the two walked out into the light of day. Marcus winced and put up an arm, frowning at the bright light. He blinked a few times then muttered to Will, “I have one stop to make.”
Will frowned and shook his head, “No. We told Morn we would see no one. We got you cleaned up, but even your beard will not keep some people from recognizing you. Lets go.”
Marcus grinned. “Will, I spent the last two years in that cell because I would not give up what I had. I’m not about to leave town without. Stop me if you must.” He turned and started to walk away.
Sighing, Will jogged to catch up. “Fine, but we make it quick.” Will knew he would probably regret this, but he needed Marcus.
The drow were quick to react. The officer that had remained started barking orders. Plickit did not wait to hear them. He launched himself from the wall, took several bounding steps then launched himself up through the hole. Bolts skittered off stone around him as the drow reacted to the noise.
The thri-kreen never stopped. His quick, able strides picked his way down the long natural corridor that lead toward the surface. He did not slow down till he found the rest of the group stopped outside the small hill that held the entrance to the crypts.
Mytrym nodded as Plickit stepped out of the doorway, “Somehow I knew you would make it out.” The paladin seemed actually pleased to see the ranger. In fact, having lost one companion already, the entire group seemed a little relieved to see the ranger. Even Delorian, who had remained cool to the thri-kreen seemed a little relieved to see him. The monk may not really like traveling with a member of race of creatures that his people were currently trying to enslave or destroy, but that did not mean he did not recognize the ranger’s usefulness to the group. Happiest to see Plickit was his desert dog. The animal leapt up and licked the ranger on the side of one mandible.
Plickit petted his companion then pushed the dog off and to the ground, “Good boy. Tck.” He looked to the others and nodded.
The group gathered their various packs and weapons, their short rest over. Without saying much they turned toward the north. The five-hour trek toward Dagger Falls was made in a sort of hushed uncomfortable silence that none of them enjoyed. Outside of town Plickit stopped and began making himself a camp, and Naria sat down to join him.
Mytrym looked confused, “You aren’t coming into town?”
The wizard looked at him, “I have no more illusions prepared to hide myself. I would be killed on sight.”
Looking between the two, Plickit pulled off a ring from one hand. Tossing it into Naria’s lap he nodded. “Wear that-tck. You can be what-tck you want-tck.”
The entire group stared at Plickit a moment. Naria nodded, “Thank you. I’ll return it as soon as we return.” Knowing the lending of a magic trinket was no big deal, the thri-kreen pulled out a small bundle of bloody cloth and whistled for his dog. The group quickly turned to walk away.
Amador shook his head as they walked on toward town, “Maybe if he just cooked it first…” He shuddered at the thought of what the thri-kreen was eating in his camp. Worse was the way the dog had seemed so eager to join the insect warrior for the meal.
The group soon stood before the gates. Amador tried unsuccessfully to get the gate guard to open up. It wasn’t until Mytrym exerted his forceful will that the gates were finally opened. The group quickly retired for the night, and went the next morning to see Randal Morn.
At hearing the news of Tanerus’ demise, and the loss of the gem, Morn seemed a bit discouraged. “What is your plan now?”
Amador shrugged, “We replace the halfling’s skills with someone else and go back to finish what we started.” Amador spoke coldly of replacing Tanerus, not using his name so he could distance himself from the pain of the loss of the last of his original companions that had gone with him to Tethyamar.
Mytrym nodded, “Do you know of anyone that could help?”
Morn shook his head, “I’ll ask around among my scouts, but I don’t know of any that would want to join a trip to the Underdark. That’s something I cannot order someone to do. Oh, your friend Will was in town last night. You might want to see if he knows anyone.”
Amador seemed to brighten, “Yes!”
Delorian looked to the others, “Will is here? Perhaps he would join us. We could use the aid. We are far outnumbered, more magical support will certainly help our chances.”
Amador looked back to Morn, “Can you help us get some more supplies?”
Morn looked a little a loss, “I wish I could, but I called in all the favors I had and used as much money as I could to get you the diamonds to bring back the thri-kreen. Sorry.”
The group nodded and soon took their leave. They split up, with Amador going to the Temple of Tyr to get as many scrolls and potions as he could afford. Mytrym and Delorian went to an alchemist shop and procured a few other potions. They all met back up and headed to Will’s home.
The wizard answered the door, half dressed. He let the group in after a few moments. Serin was relaxing in one corner of Will’s bed, dressed, but obviously only recently so. Will look concerned, “Where is Tanerus…?”
After explaining Will sat down on the edge of his bed and shook his head, “This is not good. Not good at all. Things get worse. I have reason to believe that after Serin and I left Tethyamar yesterday, it fell to invaders.”
The entire group was shocked, Mytrym was the first to voice the obvious, “What?! What happened?”
Will frowned, “We tried to teleport back. The spell was blocked.”
Naria broke in, “Blocked? But that means someone has cast a dimensional anchor over the area.”
Will nodded and helped finish the line of thinking. “Something none of the dwarves would know or allow. I can only assume that someone has taken exception to our presence there.” He glanced at Delorian but did not voice the thought that accompanied the look.
Amador sighed, “We have to go back.”
Will shook his head, “Not yet. Lets take care of this drow outpost first.” He stood and walked over to his backpack. He pulled forth his crossbow and traveling clothes from the magical bag. “We will need someone who can take Tanerus’ place.”
Mytrym nodded, “We were hoping you might know someone.”
Will turned and smirked at the aasimar. “I do. We will need to go talk to Morn.”
A few minutes later they stood looking at Morn as the Lord of Daggerdale yelled, “What!? You have to be kidding me! You want me to release your cousin? You know as well as I that he was rightfully convicted and sentenced. No. I can’t do that.”
Will countered, “What if he pays full restitution? Allow him to accompany us and I’m sure we can use his share of the treasure to pay back his victims.”
“And when the Calahans see him walking free before that? What kind of trouble do you think that is going to start? No way. You need to find another way.”
“There is no one else. You know as well as I that without the church’s divinations Marcus would have never been caught. He is good at what he does, and we need him. I’ll get him out of the city without being recognized.” Will smiled as he leaned forward, “What’s worse? Letting a convicted felon out of prison, or the continued drow raids?”
Morn groaned and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. As he shoved one arm into it he glared over at the group, “I’m going to regret this. I know I am.”
When Marcus was brought of his cell into the cellblock in the entrance to the town dungeons, he looked like he had not shaved or bathed in well over a year. Mainly because it was true. His beard and hair were long and scraggly. He walked a bit stiffly, but his step was surer with each stride. When he saw Morn he shook his head, “No, I won’t tell you where it is, go sod off!” He started to turn around, but the jailer shoved him forward.
Morn shook his head, “Actually Marcus, I’m here to let you go?”
That got the thief’s attention, “Eh? Why would you do that?”
Morn stepped aside to allow the small group of heroes, led by Marcus’ cousin, into the room. Will nodded, “Hello Marcus.”
Marcus grinned, “Will!” He strode up and clapped one shoulder of the mage. “You are a sight for sore eyes.” He looked to the others then to Morn. “So you need me then eh? Heh. How the tables do turn, eh Morn?”
Morn frowned but held his tongue for the moment. He turned and looked at Will, “Clean him up, and get him out of my town.” He looked back at Marcus, “Your group fails in this, you go back in the dungeon. If you don’t come back with them, I’ll place a price on your head so large…”
Marcus shook his head, “No you won’t… you won’t have to. We won’t fail, and I’ll be with them.” He blinked then looked at Will, “What are we not failing at?”
Will smiled, “I’ll tell you on the road.”
Morn nodded, “Remember, no one sees him. No one.”
Will nodded, “No problem.”
An hour later, the two walked out into the light of day. Marcus winced and put up an arm, frowning at the bright light. He blinked a few times then muttered to Will, “I have one stop to make.”
Will frowned and shook his head, “No. We told Morn we would see no one. We got you cleaned up, but even your beard will not keep some people from recognizing you. Lets go.”
Marcus grinned. “Will, I spent the last two years in that cell because I would not give up what I had. I’m not about to leave town without. Stop me if you must.” He turned and started to walk away.
Sighing, Will jogged to catch up. “Fine, but we make it quick.” Will knew he would probably regret this, but he needed Marcus.