The Dragon's Call

A Job Not Done

There was a girl in the Sparkling Rooster that night. The Dark Stalker leading the group that attacked took her after a well planned ambush on our magical fellows.

The next morning we came for breakfast and see our old Dwarven friend, Blaven, has come to join us for some adventure. Who knows where he has been but he looks none the worse for wear and I certainly don’t know what Dwarves do when they are left to their own devices. While we are catching up I found out that the young maiden, Chloe, is crying about the “beautiful woman” that was taken in the attack at the Rooster last night. Of course our Ranger brings her flowers to try and curry favor with her while she is crying. Worried for the young woman who was taken from her work; it’s nice to see kids playing at adult games. He is also “wooing” Gregory by trying to “fix” his commode. I inform Gregory that our group will look into the young ladies disappearance.

So the Ranger takes off to talk to the guards at the gate and the Wizard, Dwarf and I head to talk to the Dwarves in the Dwarven district. Maybe they have heard something about what’s going on outside of the gate. Of course the town’s guard saw nothing. The Dwarf area on the other hand turned out to be another story. We were lucky to make it out of the district without having to kill anyone. Apparently our little Dwarf is from the Slatebeard Clan and they have some beef with the Redglave Clan. Most of the Dwarves in the Dwarven district are from the Redglave Clan.

So finding nothing the Ranger and the Dwarf search the area north of the Rooster trying to find tracks while the Mage and I check the houses. Some little kid tries to mess with me but the Ranger finds a trail. Just as we were going to follow the wall around the outside of town Carden’s Cavalry gallop through the gate having been just ambushed by Orcs outside of town. The bodies of four cavalryman were draped over their mounts. The guards close the gate for an hour at the order of the Cavalry’s Captain. We used the time to prep and head out when the gates open about four hours from sunset.

Two miles north of town we find where the cavalry were ambushed. The little Orc fools think they can catch us off guard. Right!! Blaven and I see them right off and like the filthy things they are we wipe them out except one. We kept him around so I can “ask” him a few questions. After I get him talking I stick the stinky pig and leave him to bleed out.

The Orc gave us where they were going, numbers of troops, “seven handfuls”, and that they had prisoners that they were selling to another party. Letting the Ranger track the Dark Creeper that we saw running from the ambush he leads us to a temple. Suspecting that he is leading us to another ambush I persuade the group to move up the hill to scout out the area first. From our new vantage point we see their leader Snog, a big Orc, giving commands and telling them to stay awake all night to guard the farmers they had captured.

After circling the place I see a weakness in the position of the guards. We wait until just before dawn and go in. Two of the three door guards fell asleep. I start by silently taking the guard who is dedicated to his duty; then a sleeper. But I wait. The Dwarf wants to get in on it and wakes his target. Luckily I was close enough to finish him without waking anyone. Following my lead we go in silently and methodically through the temple. With help from the Wizard no traps slow us down. We take out a few sleepers here and there finding loot along the way. We find a Duergar. Apparently the Orcs intend to trade their captives to the Duergar. After clearing the main floor we go to the top where we find Snog. We rush the room catching them off guard. We take out all but one in the room instantly, except a hiding guy who makes a run at the Dwarf. Big mistake; we make him pay for it.

Now we move to the bottom floor and we come across the Dark Stalker trying to purchase passage for his group and his soon to be bride; the woman from the Rooster. The Wizard over hears the negotiations going bad so we let it play out. When the fighting starts we jump into action making it a three way fight. I square off on the leader of the Creepers; the same one who attacked us that night at the Rooster. Simply over matched they fall. With people still outside to rescue our job is still not done.

—William Petrock

Back at the watering hole.

Drake and myself with Drake’s faithful animal companion Burpy the bear found ourselves making camp outside the city walls. Our tasks where the same, find out where the goblin incursion was coming from. We decided to do our own investigations to cover more territory.

I also hunted game along the way to feed my fellow companions and Gregory Godric, owner of a house of spirits called The Sparking Rooster with food for his patrons. We also meet at the Rooster frequently to discuss our fellowships activities.

As I put forth my efforts toward a cure to this plague of goblins destroying the lands around Darkwell. I seem to hit a wall, even with my years of training with my friends and allies within the Elven realms, I cannot see an end to the goblin menace. There is just to damn many.

A few weeks have past and I find myself at our favorite watering hole for a gathering of my fellow adventurers in The Sparking Rooster. I am fully bathed and have cleaned my attire to possible catch the eye of the young and beautiful Cloe.

As all my associates assemble, minus the bear, to tell of the news they have collected over the last few weeks and share in food and drink. I notice a new patron among us. A Paladin of some sort, I am not familiar with his god. I am not sure for certain, but under the mighty armor the individual adorned it appeared to be a Half Orc. A Half Orc Paladin has to be very rare.

I found myself sitting next to our resident Wizard, an odd fellow, who seems to know the inner working of the art of magic. At this time I start to enjoy my meal and a mug of ale, when the Wizard starts acting strange, talking to himself and what not. Then the Wizard turned to me and asked for me to accompany him outside. I agreed.

As I stepped through the doorway it magically was dark, dark as a night without a moon in the middle of a forest. All I could do was smell a horrible stench. I drew a weapon as the stench grew closer. I attempted several time to swing into the darkness and failed. I did finally make contact with a creature; doing little damage.

The Wizard and I defeated our foe, mostly the Wizard killed our combatant. After the short battle I turned to reenter the Rooster to inform the group of what just happened. I found it also filled with an eerie darkness. After the darkness cleared I found that my comrades had also been in a battle.

At this time I glimpsed the Paladin scurrying out a broken window after one of thier attackers. I sprinted around the building to engage our enemy in ranged combat. The Paladin ended his foe’s life very quickly and efficiently.

As the final blow was stuck to our retreating attackers, the party searched the dead for any kind of clue on who they where. It was at this time our Wizard stepped forward and explained who the foul smelling creatures where; Dark Creepers and their leader a Dark Stalker.

Praise Sarenrae

I woke in a mud hole with two others. After freeing myself from the mud hole I was able to save the other two that were stuck with me. Praise Sarenrae. We discovered we were stripped of our belongings and quite hungry. Soon we were confronted by a wild boar that we bravely dispatched to settle the rumble in our stomachs. The two with me were a human and an elf. Not much time past before we were jump from our comfort by some goblins. We retreated into the forest and found a path that lead to a small hut. The hut was empty but a fire was not far from spent in the fire pit. We discovered that the elves footprints were all around even though he had no memory of having been there before. We searched the hut and were surprised to find our missing belongings and a few unknown possessions. As the elf walked out of the hut he was hit with a barrage of arrows. After retreating into the hut the human and the elf cut their way out the back of the hut. I ran out the front to draw the fire of the goblins and my new travel companions quickly released the goblins from their souls. We traveled back to town and went to the sparlking rooster. A local tavern and small inn.

Uncertain Beginnings

I found myself being rescued by an half-elf from what seemed to be certain death, named Malachi the Healer. I had no memory of how I arrived there. Their was also an elf by the name of Coal that was in the same situation I had fallen prey to.

After Coal and I had been pulled clear by the cleric from the sinking mud, we all found ourselves robbed of a majority of our belongings. So we decided to band together for our survival.

As if by divine intervention from our healer goddess we came across a wild boar scourging for food not far from our current position. The possessions we still had consisted of Coals longbow, two of my throwing axes, and magic from our spell caster.

As the battle for survival began, we found ourselves in what seemed to be a losing conflict with the wild beast, but the creature finally met its demise at our combined efforts and Malachi control over fire granted to him by his faith. After the battle had concluded, I skinned the mighty boar and started preparing our well deserved meal.

After our supper, we settled in for much needed rest. Sometime during our attempt at slumber, we where accosted by a small band of goblins. I despise these foul creatures. We all agreed that a swift retreat was in our best interests, especially since the goblins had the high ground.

In the mist of the confusion I stumbled upon a well concealed pathway and lead our weary group down the trail. The trail ended at a hut.

At that point, I silently approached the small encampment, with the elf attempting the same task, and failing miserably. It was then I noticed that the fire pit outside the dwelling had been used shortly before our arrival.

After the site had been searched, Malachi started a fire. We discovered that all our belongs where inside the leather and hide structure minus our coin, and with what seemed to be other people’s property as well. I then did a quick survey for foot traffic and discovered that the elf’s tracks where all around the tiny clearing. That made me very suspicious of the elf. We regrouped inside the hut for protection.

At that point we where about to rest again when Coal exited the hut for guard duty, and almost instantaneously found himself being pelted by goblin arrows. The bastards had found us. There was a short clash of melee combat, then Coal suddenly entered the hut and apprised us of the situation. The goblins tried to goad us out by using racial insults. We quickly formulated a plan to cut our way free thorough the back wall of the hut.

Coal and I silently dashed from the now burning hut to the tree line. When we reached the tree line we set up to aid Malachi’s escape.

It was then when I started to gain a great respect for our half-elf healer, because he suddenly bolted from the burning building in the opposite direction of our location in an attempted to lure our pursuers into the open so Coal and myself could end the existence of our attackers.

Because of Malachi’s selfless act, Coal and I expert skill with a longbow we where able to put down the filthy creatures.

After looting the corps in an attempt to regain our lost currency, and with the hut burnt to the ground we got our bearings and realize we where a few miles from my home city of Darkwell. We decided to make our way toward the safety of the city walls.

It had been years since I had been home. Upon reaching the city we found ourselves in a local watering hole called The Sparkling Rooster. Once inside we ordered food an drink and began to recount our unfortunate adventure to try and recall the events that lead us to our current destination. In the back of my mind I couldn’t get over the fact that the goblins seemed to have more training than any goblins I have encountered. Their skill with bows was very remarkable with there accuracy.

You will Ascend

“I bear ill will to both my father and mother! They will pay for abandoning me.“ Stephen looked around the chamber as beads of sweat rolled down his back. The chamber was dark; lit only by the faint red light of embers burning in sconces hanging haphazardly on the walls. There were other creatures in the room too but it was difficult to make them out as more than just vague shadows. It was anonymity that protected all who would meet here.

“And what would you have of me?” rumbled a voice from above. The audience chamber was hewn from stone and the ceiling angled upwards from the sides into an passage that rose higher out of sight. The voice reverberated from the ceiling of the audience chamber. From somewhere beyond the entrance behind Stephen came a long shrill screech catching all of the chamber’s occupants off guard and putting them off ease. “You would have my favor and the power that comes with it?”

“Yeessss,” Stephen replied.

“You know the oath that is expected of you.” Everyone in the chamber knew the oath. “Swear the oath then demonstrate your worthiness. I will then grant my favor.”

Stephen took a breath to control his excitement. It had been a long struggle to get here and earn the chance at this favor. “You will ascend into heaven. Your thrown will be above the Stars of God. You will sit upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the north. You will ascend above the heights of the clouds. You will be like the most High.”


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