Our heroes are now deep within the ancient mines known to the dwarves as Illefarn. They're lead cleric, Galastria, has just been reunited with the group, after disappearing under mysterious circumstances.
Galastia Axenmeld: Disgruntled acolyte of The Church
Gwendalyn the Bright - Another disgruntled acolyte of the Church, sent to solve issues within this podunk village, but overlooked for the parish priest role.
Carya Illinoisis - The former merchant has joined the Baronial Guard, with a focus around Mere. She's still a mountain of a woman that's even stronger than she lets on.
Dim Cragmuffin - It's unsure what relation he was to Beulah, but the halfling was ugly as a dog bashed in the face with a mace, but also old enough to have been bequeathed an old set of armor from the Cragmuffin family ancestors. The rest aren't sure if he's volunteered for hero duty, or he's following a firefly in the same general direction as the
Jonerir Drake - Younger brother of Belaquan Drake, who disappeared about a year ago. Fallen in with the likes of Clifford Loprete
Hugo Swam'Pas - The popular local hedge mage from Mere known for more successes than failures in helping the village out.
Beulah Cragmuffin - A halfling that hates adventuring, but hates seeing Hugo get any credit, whether he deserves it or not.
21 Mai 535 - Somewhere Under Illefarn
The group was relieved to find Galastria behind, even if they had just spent hours looking for her.
Jonerir: Where the blazes did you come from??
Gwendalyn: How do we know if she's her! She could be some strange being disguised as her!
Dwarf #1 - Could you guys please take the torture of your friend to determine if they're not some weird doppelganger out of our room please. Important shaft watching!
Galastria: No need, because (pointing at Gwen), you're a moron, but we share the same religion, you crazy bitch, so I'll allow it right now.
Gwendalyn picks up her mace: No, you're the crazy bitch.
Dwarf #1 - I said everybody out of the room! There's no fighting here!!!
Galastria: See, this is what I'm talking about, you're completing unhinged! I'm not a mimic!
Gwendalyn: You're a dumb fool that's not worthy of our faith....
Galastria: That's fair, so let's fix the issue we came to solve and go back to Mother Bronte to hash things out.
Gwendalyn: Our faith is everywhere... and you're not worthy everywhere!
The four dwarves guarding the goblin shaft, push the group out the door, into an empty chamber, with the sounds of marching coming up a ramp.
It's King Devin, with four dwarf guards and he is not amused.
"What the blazes is wrong with you people?" Looking at Galastria "I don't know why you came back, your friends are going to get yourselves killed."
Galastria: They're not my friends.
King Devin: That's a smart idea, the rest of you should get out, maybe make friends with the bandits.
Galastria: Bandits! Down here? Where are they?
King Devin and his contingent travel back downstairs.
Tempers calmed, Galastria recapped where she had been for the last few hours, the kidnapping by necromantic bandits, with skeleton servants. "I told them our mission, they hadn't experienced any water problems, and I've brokered a hold to hostilities, we might be able to traverse their territory on the far side of the mines if we present peacefully.
Gwendalyn: I don't get this... we fight those guys, they kidnap you, and yet you give them all that information. Practitioners of the dead, and then they release you free.... and you claim you maintain the vows of the Church? What else did you tell them?
Galastria: I told them where to find your mother, for a good time.
Gwendalyn: When we get back to town, you'll have to account for your actions.
Galastria: I got kidnapped and got out alive, I'll take my punishment.
Gwendalyn: Yeah, but you're not part of the order anymore.
Galastria: That's not your decision to make.
Gwendalyn: It's obvious you went against all our oaths of our church.
Galastria: This is why you got passed over for promotion.
Gwendalyn: So you say, at least I have my honor... You are a demon spawn posing as piety.
Galastria: Honey, if was a demon spawn, I would have eaten you and spat your out already, because you're a bitter, delusional trollop!
Gwendalyn raised her mace higher, ready to attack.
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| Gwendalyn the Bright, before she lost her damn mind.... |
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