"You will all die! We will turn your souls into larvae..and make them wrestle with beetles in dung and coals!", shrieked the fly demon buzzing overhead . It was an ugly beast, it was as big as a man, and had many humanoid features, but its body was clearly that of a fly. Its droning wings, were maddening at first, but Tyris managed to drown out its sound with her song. Nobody in the group knew she was capable of that. It caught them by surprise as much as the monsters.
Several wierd creatures which appeared to be a cross between a dog and a rat, lept from a crack in the ground and rushed towards the adventurers.
A dozen squat ugly humanoids with bloated bellies and spindly arms and legs advanced cautiously at the group. Behind them were 3 tall rubbery misshapen demons, wielding cruel looking pole arms.
"Look on the bright side guys, we must be getting close to the scar!". laughed Frank. He swung his sword in exaggerated arcs and stumbled around like he was drunk, he enjoyed the white glowing trail it left behind . He loved his new sword. When the first rat/dog approached him. He tightened up his style and readied his shield. In a fluid motion he blocked the creatures attack, forced it to the ground, and delivered a finishing blow to the upended beast.
Clovis , used most of his infusion magic earlier. Transforming everyone's blades into cold iron. He assured them, that demons were vulnerable to it. He used his wand and shot the fly demon with several glowing missiles, but they dispersed harmlessly against an invisbile barrier.
Ymir's practiced her new motto. Fetch repeated it with her at breakfast and at dinner, and made her repeat it till she was sick of it. "Together, Everyone, Achieves , More...Together , Everyone , Achieves More. " ...she waited till the main pack of demons were upon them. They rushed Frank who was ahead drawing their attention. Frank weathered their intial charge, and fell back a step. Keeping them at bay with several thrusts and counter thrusts. Ymir seized the opportunity and countered with her signature overhead chop. Obliterating one of the small fat ones on Franks flank in the process.
Fetch didn't see any need for healing at this moment so joined the fray on Franks other flank. He used his war axe given to him by Lord, and try to duplicate Ymir's swing. The ratdog leaped out of the way, but the axe still grazed it side.
"Tsk, Tsk...someone needs more practice." chuckled the knight as his glowing sword pierced the cleric's ratdog.
Fetch snarled and swung again , this time in a wide arc at his foes. The smaller demons jumped away scurrying. but the blow clipped a rubbery demon on the shoulder this time. It was a good blow but it just made the creature mad. The demon, thrusted back at the now exposed cleric. The tip of the pole arm came inches from Fetch's face before it fell to the ground. The demon attacking him, eys looked frenzied..then they dulled as it too fell to the ground. Tyris stood behind it , with her rapier in hand. Several smaller demons sprang at her, but she weaved and dodge effortlessly past them. She gave a final twirl , slipping past the remaining demons, and ended behind Frank .
"Nice moves...", even the normally unappreciative Clovis was impressed.
The nobleman brought out a bigger wand. One that Fetch never saw before. It was more of a tube then a wand. He was stuffing something it . Fetch wasn't quite sure what he was doing.
Ymir approached battle a little more cautiously now, she wasn't about to break rank and get herself surrounded but she also wasn't about to be outdone by Tyris. She swatted the last ratdog, and waited for one of the big ones with the pole arm to get near. The creature had its weapon outstretched. They were wild fighters, but they knew how to use their weapons. It tried to skewer them from its long range. It hit Franks shield with a mighty thud. Frank felt that and his leg almost buckled from the force. He braced his shield again and readied himself to advance toward the creature. Ymir beat him to it though, she did a short jog, then slid with her left foot first towards the creature. She went underneath the creatures weapon, and brought her axe upwards into the creature, imbedding it into its hip. Her right leg shot her up and she brought her heavy gauntlet crashing into the beasts face. A small demon rushed her wildly. Claws and teeth flailing and gnashing, but she quickly drew her 2 war axes . One imbedded it self into the recovering rubbery demons neck. The other tore off the small demons leg. A heavy stomp with her mailed boot, ended its struggle.
Frank dispatched 2 more of the small demons, as he made his way towards the dwarf. Fetch followed him. He finally killed one himself . He was annoyed he had the least kills of the group. By his count, Ymir got 4, Frank 3, Tyris 1...no wait ..3 . Clovis...none. Hah! he had Clovis beat.
The artificer finally finished his preparations on the wand. He aimed it at the buzzing demon overhead , and a bright streak and a large "BANG!"was heard. It was like bottle lightning thought Fetch. The flying creature, spun, then crashed to the ground. It wasn't dead, but it was clearly injured by whatever Clovis did to it. Tyris appeared next to it, standing straight up to avoid its flailing arms and wings. and with an outstretched arm poked downward into the creatures belly with a single clean motion. It thrashed a few times sporadically, but its motions were slower and weaker. Ymir swung at another little demon, it ducked the first blow , but its head made contact with her other axe. She chuckled at how easy it was to predict these creatures movements.
Frank advanced on the last rubbery demon. He could see several of the smaller ones fleeing. Another large bang from Clovis , and one spun in mid flight, crashing into the ground. The demon jabbed with its pole arm, but Frank easily parried it with his sword. It lunged again at him, but was too late. Frank stepped into its arc, He brought his sword above the top of the pole arm, and slid it down along its shaft. He was rewarded with a howl of pain as several demon fingers were lopped off.
"That's why we have hilts", he said in a mock lecturing voice. The creature roared at him in anger , but he simply thrust his sword into its roaring mouth. Its eyes crossed comically , before they dulled and the creature fell lifelessly to the ground.
"A couple are getting away", Ymir shouted."They are gonna warn the others."
"They already know we are here", replied the bard . Clovis nodded in agreement. " They've been following us for a few hours now. "
"So...did we beat them all?", asked a puzzled Ymir.
"Doubtful, they are either testing our strength, or being the chaotic creatures that they are, a demonic lieutenant wanted to show his lords how tough he was and take us on by themselves.", Clovis surmised pointing at the now rotting fly demon.
"Thanks for killing that pole arm demon, back there Tyris", Fetch said appreciatively . The bard simply smiled at him and then helped search through the bodies.
Clovis waved everyone together, "Abysal spawn fleshtearer, dretch, rutterkin, chasme. ", he said pointing at different demons. "Lets try to get our naming conventions consistent ok?"
Frank cleaned his sword and walked up to his buddy Fetch, "aww don't worry buddy, shes just jealous or mad you slept with a complete stranger. ", he said with a wink not realizing how true his statement was . "shes not your type anyways. besides its normally bad form to sleep with members of your adventuring group. ", he sensed Ymir was overhearing them, " UNLESS of course its a hot sexy dwarf princess!". She responded with a painful kick to the leg.
"Oww...OWW...healing magic here...now.", Frank said with clenched teeth , holding his wounded leg.
The Scar was everything they expected. It was literally a giant gaping hole in the ground. Wisps, of sulfurous steam occasionally jetted out from it. Several totems adorned with skulls of humanoids and other creatures were scattered around the mouth of the Scar. Tyris, scouted around the edge of the Scar, and returned after a few minutes. She didn't see a box anywhere but located a path going down into the Scar.
"The fact we are still alive , means most of the demons here are most likely recruited into the demonic gnoll horde down south. Be on your guard though , demons aren't known for setting mechanical traps, but they are known for cowardly ambushes.", Clovis stated.
"I...I can scout ahead , I'm good at spotting ambushes", volunteered Tyris. The rest of the group nodded in agreement.
"Shes not a good bard, but one hell of a rogue. ", said Clovis.
"Shes a fine bard, remember that counter song against the...Kaz me...", Ymir said crossly defending her friend.
"A good bard, could have charmed the Chasme, or throw the enemy into confusion.", Clovis replied simply.
"Hey, I didn't see you bring any down with your mighty magics.", Ymir replied getting angry.
"Cut it out you 2. Only I do the insults ok?",an unusually annoyed Frank replied. "no bickering during an adventure..unless you want to end up like a cautionary tale..like the Silver Champion."
Everyone fell silent at that name. Everyone knew how the hero that was instrumental in slaying Geryon the arch devil was defeated not by foes, but inter party bickering.
Fetch thought the knight handled that well, as the pair remained silent. Tyris returned and gave them the signal to advance.
The walls of the scar were adorned with chains and ropes of dangling skulls and bones. Several half eaten corpses of humans , taers, and "other" unidentifiable creatures also were strung up. The smell was masked by the overpowering brimstone/sulfur smell though. At the bottom of the Scar, there were several tunnels and passages of various sizes dotting the walls.
The cleric resisted the urge to throw up. He could feel the bile in his mouth, but he wasn't going to be the wimp in the group. Fetch looked at his companions faces, Ymir was clearly shaken , he could see her eyes were wide with fear, and her body seemed to be gripped in a slight shudder. Frank tried not to show fear, but Fetch could see he was gripping his weapon and shield too tight. As they descended Franks footing stumbled, and he bumped awkwardly into Ymir. The dwarven maid gasped and shot up straight, a panicked noise escaping her lips. They were afraid and he could see how jumpy it made them. Fetch couldn't see Tyris because she was up front, but the group stopped when she gave the signal to stop. She braced herself against the wall and threw up. Fetch walked up to her and offered her a handkerchief. She began to say something but threw up again. The twisted carrion and carnage finally breaking her resolve. Clovis, stared at the warped totems. He examined them with morbid curiosity. Fetch wondered how he was unaffected by these horrific sights.
Fetch intoned a prayer of blessing. It wouldn't last long, but it helped calm everyone's nerves. It seemed to work. Ymir wasn't shaking, Frank seemed a bit more loose. He even lost the urge to throw up. It didn't seem to help Tyris though. She was still gripped in terror at the bloody monuments. "So much blood, she whispered. So much blood.". For a second it looked like she was about to touch one of those monuments. Fetch wondered if he misjudged her fear for another emotion, lust , desire.
Before Fetch could work it out in his head a loud voice stopped them in their tracks.
"Are you the ones that slew my patrol ? Interesting, I expected a band of knights or powerful adventurers, not a group of brigands. ", a strong confident voice said from one of the dark tunnels. A pair of glowing red eyes stared at them from the tunnel.
"What is your purpose here! If you wish to prove yourself and battle demons I'm sorry to disappoint you but the main host has gone south. Or are you thieves hoping to steal their treasure while they are away? Or are you going to give me a laughable reason like you are lost? HA HA HA"
Fetch tried to say something, but he couldn't . His fear gripped him again. Clovis saw this and stepped in, " We do not come here to test our strength by fighting demons, although I believe we have already proven ourselves against your "patrol" . We are also not here to steal demonic gold, I'm sure you will agree there are easier ways to seek fortune. And we definitely are not lost, we stride the path of our choosing." Fetch was surprised at how commanding Clovis could be. He grew new admiration for his friend.
"Well spoken", said the voice it also seemed impressed at the artificer's reply." Then what are you here for?", demanded the eyes.
Clovis answered,"We simply seek answers. A package was dropped here about 6 weeks our time, our patrons wish to know the contents of this package. It was in a metallic container approximately 2 feet wide 1 foot deep and 4 feet long. We are not sure the exact dimensions, but those were the ones we were told. "
There was a pause, then some demonic sounding barking, another demonic voice replied. Clovis shouted something in return also in the guttural abyssal tongue. Some laughing echoed through the tunnels of the scar.
Fetch was taught some abyssal, but the conversation went too fast for him to follow. He could make out some words, but due to the chaotic nature of the language it meant nothing . The fell tongue constantly changed the meaning of words in a sentence , it was a constant flux of metaphor, inferred meanings, and connotation.
The eyes advanced. Fetch readied himself for some demonic horror to exit from the tunnel, but instead a handsome but naked halfling emerged. Halflings were very common in the northern lands. The great halfling union Leeha was to the east of the Land of the Knights. This particular member of their species appeared well groomed and handsome. Fetch thought he had the face of a courtier not a demon . The strange creature in front of them gave a bow to the adventurers.
"Now that the formalities are out of the way, I greet you to the Scar. Last refuge of the tanari in the north , and homeland of the forge halflings. I am your noble servant, Squire Ackerberg. "
"The Ackerberg? Colonel Ackerberg of Greater Pieland?" , asked Clovis, his cool countenance suddenly broken by his curiosity.
"Ha Ha Ha! It seems I have admirers. Yes I am that Colenel Ackerberg, although I haven't used that title in years! I did not think anyone would remember me or my accomplishments in the great war.", laughed the naked halfling.
Fetch , immediately had thoughts that the halfling before him was a great warrior of the halfling war, perhaps a slayer of foes like Sir Hilderaxel, or maybe led his troops to some violent brutal war crimes. He could see his other companions mixed reaction to this strange fellow. Ymir was trying to avert her eyes from the exposed halfling, her nervousness replaced by her princess modesty. Frank seemed perplexed by the entire situation. He seemed even more nervous then before and his eyes darted around looking for hidden enemies. Tyris had her rapier drawn, but wasn't sure what to do. She positioned herself behind Fetch, clutching his arm and using his body as a shield from the halfling.
Clovis turned to the group,"Do you know who this guy is?"
Ymir sarcastically replied,"Umm naked?"
The artificer continued ignoring Ymir's remarks," Hes Colonel Ackerberg of the experimental weapon design division. He's the guy that invented the warforged and the portable pie fridge. "
The companions seem unimpressed. Fetch was taught a lot of the great war from Cook. Warforged were artificial versions of forge halflings used in the dieing days of the great war. Their might and power almost tipped the balance and defeated Emperor Neapolitian Bonbonaparte. However, the warforged evolved beyond that of simple forge halflings. While their predecessors were basically bestial warped fiendish halflings, warforged halflings were moral , versatile and sometimes even heroic. They were officially given "land" after the war and declared the 5th halfling tribe. (The other 4 being hairfoots, tallfellows, stouts, and forge)
"Technically I did not invent the warforge. The honor should go to my mistress. I just compiled her notes and basically followed her instructions to create the first one . In all honesty, I'm not even sure if my mistress created them or found the secrets of their making in some ancient text. However , the pie fridge is one of my proudest and greatest achievements.", said a reminiscing Ackerberg.
"Enough of the "good old days", lets get back to business then. I know of the object you speak of . However I cannot tell you its contents. Due to its design, we have not been able to open it. However, since you are obviously cultured and well educated, you are welcome to this object...for a price of course. The price is negotiable and I can assure you it wont be high. However a price must be paid for our troubles.", continued Ackerberg.
Clovis quickly confered with the group, Fetch sensed a trap but it was either trust this guy, or battle their way through the numerous tunnels. He gave Clovis a nod. Frank and Tyris were slow to nod , they were both uneasy of the whole situation. Ymir pretended to look away from Ackerberg but her eyes would slowly make their way towards him and then dart away, it wasn't an answer but close enough for Clovis."We are in agreement!" , he finished the rest of his conversation in abyssal. Both Ackberg and Clovis , laughed in agreement.
Frank quipped nervously," Soooo who wants to bet , he just sold our souls for a box?"
The group made their way through the tunnels, Ackberg was a helpful guide, he directed them away from the pitfalls, and the geysers of poisonous gasses. During the journey he talked with Clovis about history, infusions, and various design techniques. Ackberg was especially interested in learning "current" Grom events. He told them that after the war, he left the newly formed Union. Even though the emperor had died at watermelon loo, his generals were still in power. Ackberg left for Grom and settled in a small halfling community known as the shire of Buckwheat. There he stayed for several hundred years till the Lueders rebellion. During the rebellion the shire was sacked by undead , but he fled back to the north with one of his mistresses daughters.
Fetch saw many inconsistencies with his story, mainly that halflings don't live 2 or 3 hundred years, but he just assumed some powerful magic was involved. Ymir seemed to settle down some more when they reached the tunnels, but she still seemed torn between looking away and looking directly at the halfling.
They finally reached a large chamber, it had a sulfurous stink to it. In the center of the room was a large pool of bubbling tar, with several bones littered around it. Fetch was about to say something, when Tyris tugged his arm and whispered ,"hes gone."
Fetch looked around, and she was right . Ackerberg had vanished. Were they suppose to wait here? Did he lead them here to get lost ? The cleric was fairly confident he could find his way out.
Frank began looking behind the nearby rocks and stalagmites for their "host". Ymir was just glad the little exhibitionist was gone. " Was it just me, or did anyone else noticed his ...nakedness? ", she asked .
Clovis ignored her question , and whispered, " he went invisible ...then walked along the side of the room, past those rocks.".
Fetch whispered back," do we wait or follow?"
Frank whispered, "why are we whispering?"
"Ha, good riddance I say . I hope he never comes back, the little pervert!."exclaimed Ymir as something glittery amongst the bones caught her eye. Her natural dwarven curiosity and greed, then drew her to it.
"Hey look guys! A bracelet, its my lucky day!", she said cheerfully.
At that moment a large skinny humanoid creature approximately 10 feet tall, covered with oozing tar , leaped from the pool. It had small tar covered wings, blank fish like eyes, long claws and a elongated mouth filled with sharp teeth. It spoke a strange phrase, and a billowing green cloud covered the room. Thankfully the cloud wasn't opaque, Fetch had an obscured vision of what was happening, but it was powerfully acidic and burned all that it touched, flesh , armor, weapons.
With lightning speed it slammed a claw into Ymir's back. Ymir responded with a sharp yelp of pain. The creature bounded towards the group. A surprised Ymir was dragged along with it. Seemingly stuck to the creatures hand, either pierced by its claw or glued by its tar.
It swung again at the nearest foe, but Frank raised his shield in time. The creatures claws were sharp but didn't penetrate the shield, however the oozing claw seemed to stick the creatures hand to the shield. Frank quickly released the shield, avoiding being stuck to the creature like Ymir. Ymir thrashed and struggled, but was still stuck to the creature.
Fetch's skin was burning from the acid, he found it hard to concentrate. He invoked a prayer of dispelling and the cloud thankfully vanished. He breathed a sigh of relief. He could see his companions acid burnt skin and faces. Clovis seemed to be the worst off.
The creature bellowed and smashed its other hand at the now shieldless Frank. It easily hefted the dwarf it was attached to, and used her as a makeshift club to batter the knight who was hesitant to use his blade to parry her. Frank was knocked down by the heavy blow , but landed on one knee and sprung back up ready for more.
"Didn't I tell you to go on a diet", he cheerfully quipped at Ymir.
"Shut u.. OMMH!", Ymir started to say something, but the creature swung her again at Frank. This time the knight ducked behind a stalagmite. Ymir landed with a loud smack against it.
The creature tried for a third blow, but Ymir held fast to the rock. "Not again ", she said.
The creature roared in pain, as Tyris stabbed her rapier into its back. It penetrated straight through, but instead of a cheer of victory she gave a cry of despair. Her blade was stuck.
The creature, flung the knight's shield, the ooze apparently retreating back into its arm, and it hit the struggling Clovis squarely in the chest. He crumpled into a pile. His other arm released the battered but still resisting Ymir. Its torso quickly spun impossibly around and took 2 swipes at Tyris. Tyris somersaulted past the first swing, but the creature had great reach and was incredibly fast. The second blow struck her clearly in the face . She gave a surprised and gurgled yelp as it slammed her stuck head into the ground. Ooze flowing rapidly from its arm, covering her face.
Fetch was in a dilemma attempt to aid the bard or check on the artificer. He wasn't sure if he could do anything against the beast, but he was sure he could help Clovis. He ran to his friend. He was shuddering on the ground but still breathing. Fetch intoned his most powerful prayer of healing on him. Clovis glowed blue for a second, and then opened his eyes.
"Thanks...", Clovis replied weakly.
Ymir and Frank had their weapons drawn and approached their foe warily. Fetch threw Frank his shield. which he deftly caught.
The creature waved its free claw , challenging them forward. Meanwhile , he transferred the bucking and twisting Tyris against his body . Fetch's blood boiled. He realized after 6 months this was the first time he ever saw Tyris in trouble in combat, and he didn't like it. Her thrashings and struggles were getting weak. Clovis fired his wand from the ground. Most outsiders were protected from weaker magics and this one was no exception. The glowing shots bounced harmlessly against it.
"Speed and strength ", he ordered Clovis, Clovis nodded and infused Fetch with the strength of a bull, and the group with speed of the wind.
"Form on me , I'll take the blunt , he's gonna stick your weapons so make the shots count.", He ordered Ymir and Frank. They both nodded in agreement.
Fetch uttered his most powerful prayer, the prayer of might. His body warped and he could feel divine power coursing threw him. He grew to a towering 12 feet tall. Dwarfing even the demonic beast. He hefted his war axe , and roared a challenge in guttural abyssal.
"You ate my chair?", asked Clovis seemingly to no one as he struggled to comprehend the cleric's battle cry.
Fetch charged forward at the surprised creature with unnatural speed , with Frank and Ymir behind him. He swiftly sent his axe crashing into it , the creature bellowed and grinned its teeth. The creature was fast, but with Clovis's enchantment the cleric was faster . The axe struck the beast, but it didn't bring him down. He could see the ooze from its body wrap around the axe. He wouldn't be able to use it again.
Fetch held onto the axe and sneered, " It works both ways buddy.", he pushed the axe downwards pinning the creature to the ground. Sensing its predicament, it quickly retracted the ooze , but it was too late. Frank gave a war cry and dove its blade into the creature, pinning it to the ground. Ymir roared , "By Moradin's axe ! DIE!", And swung her axe with all her might, shearing the top of the creatures skull off . For a second it looked even angrier...then it seized up shuddered and died.
"Moradin uses a hammer you know?", said a heavy breathing Frank.
Fetch dispelled his prayer, and both Ymir and himself pried the weakly struggling Tyris from the creature. She was covered in tar, and most likely swallowed a fair bit of the ichor. She roared when freed and swung wildly with drawn daggers . She hit Ymir squarely but the blow was mostly deflected by her heavy armor. The cleric tried to catch her other arm , but was rewarded by a vicious slash to his face. She scraped some of the tar from her face, and she had a wild crazed look to her. After 6 months Fetch could tell her moods by her eyes since they didn't talk much. When they were subdued or clear she was mousy and nervous, when they were piercing she was generally in a serious combat mood. But he never encountered wild crazed eyes like this. She release her daggers and drew her longsword from seemingly out of midair , it seem to scream and wrap itself in fire as she kicked Fetch to the ground. Frank tried to stop her, but with a simple swing, she disarmed him and both burned and pierced his shoulder. Before Ymir could react , she raised her sword with both hands and drove it towards Fetch's face.
Fetch met her crazy eyes and whispered "Tyris".
The blade missed his skull, but pierced his ear, Tyris stood above him, covered in tar, her eyes were teared up and she was sobbing. She released the sword and collapsed to the ground. Fetch ignored his ear, and tried to comfort the hysterical bard. He held her weeping body and try to brush the tar away from her face, but he seemed to just spread it around some more.
"So did she just snap ?...or was that some type of mind control Tar? Because if it was mind control tar, Ymir got a fist full too.", asked Frank.
Fetch and Ymir both gave him a withering shut up look, and he fell silent. Clovis seeing that Fetch was busy, got out his wand and administered minor heals in case more creatures came. He didn't want to interrupt his friend, but touched Fetch's cauterized ear and mended it the best he could .
Ackerberg suddenly returned and surveyed the scene." It looks like I judged you correctly , consider your payment fulfilled .",he said as he handed Clovis a long metallic case and a solid oak box. Clovis could see behind him 2 short creatures with bloated bellies and spindly arms and legs, there were dressed in leather armor and carried paired short swords, forge halflings he thought.
Clovis surmised that the creature they had slain , was a rival or perhaps an obstacle that Ackerberg wanted to remove. He didn't know if he should thank or attack the halfling at that moment. But he sensed even more forge halflings nearby. No doubt he brought many reinforcements, incase they failed, they probably would have attacked the weakened beast to finish it off.
"I have a small request though, the final payment of this request is negotiable upon delivery but I can provide some minor trinkets, I know you adventurer types like. I have an.."incomplete"... construct in my possession. The abiltiy to make it function is beyond my power. There is only 1 person I know , who might be able to offer insight in its construction and completion. Unfortunately she is far to the north , beyond where mortals can reach. In the land of eternal ice and stone. However its come to my attention that my colleagues old lab is currently being occupied, by an "apprentice" understudy...I would like you to bring it to her if your paths travel in that direction. She is located outside the village of Veb.", asked Ackerberg.
Clovis replied, " I know of that village. Its north of Lower Lueders. "
Clovis nodded to Fetch, " I can't guarantee when we will deliver your package...but IF... we are in those parts we will certainly deliver it for you."
"Excellent "replied Ackerbeg," please finish your ...looting... or whatever business you have left here, and I will guide you out of the Scar. "
Frank picked through the bones of the tar pit while keeping an eye on Ackerberg and the other glowing eyes in the tunnel. Ackerberg seemed content for them to finish their business, waiting to escort the strangers out . Clovis scanned the pit for magic , and used his power to levitate a few choice items out. After the demon died, the tar slowly reverted to a more watery substance. He hated himself for worrying about treasure at this time, but there was nothing else for him to do. Fetch , had more success cleaning Tyris face as the tar turned more watery. He tried to console her sobbing but she kept repeating " I'm sorry , I'm sorry ." He uttered a prayer of soothing on her. He wasn't sure if it would work in this instance but she fell calmly asleep.
Ymir finally found enough courage and walked to Ackerberg, while digging out a blanket from her pack.
"Yes , how can I help you dwarf maiden?", asked the halfling.
"PUT ON SOME DAMN CLOTHES!", she yelled as she shoved the blanket into his chest.