this is loosely based on a D&D campaign; simple easy and fun adventure story. i dont own the forgotten realms but I tend to live there most the time, even if only in my head or in our TTRPG. the two main characters are my personal PC's.
Her step was silent as shadow, no sound could be heard, even with the city quiet at this late hour; the last bell that marked the last hours had rang. For her that was the signal to head down. The piwafwi was tight around her lithe form as she weaved through the maze of catwalks and twisting streets. The soft glow of the bioluminescent mold, the Gloom, seamed brighter this day. Dismissing the thought, guessing it was because her sneaking around that made it seam so. There was no need to be nervous, she told herself. Her homecity was connected, in a way, the two were known trading partners. But all those year in her city, she hadn't gotten the chance to actually visit.
Thought returned to the present as she was forced to stifled a cough from the overwhelming mold smell that increased as she ventured to the overly cramped lower level of the Heart ward. Had she been a native, she'd known to wear a special face cover. Sensing eyes on her, the linking shadow paused, scanning the area and watching for the threat; still nothing was following that she could see. No chances though, and the shadow was flanking a building again hoping to lose the unseen stalker. If there had been one. Head back against the wooden side of the building she let out a breath and continued on her way again.
Stone columns and stalactites dotted an immense cavern that served as home to a port city of dense and erratic array of reclaimed materials constructed in layers to fill the cave's space. Narrow walkways and gangplanks thread through the chaos, creating makeshift streets between the creaking stilt-houses and ruins of the city, intermittently lit by thrashing lantern- eels held in suspended globes of river water.
This city was found on the 3rd level of Undermountain, hunched on the banks of the subterranean Sargauth River, deep beneath the streets of Waterdeep. It was a place that was no stranger to death and destruction. The Port of Shadows was a haven for underworld and illicit activities, especially dangerous ones: Smuggling and smugglers; piracy and pirates; slavery and slavers; drug cartels and sellswords; assassins and poison makers; necromancers and corpse robbers.
This was the city of Skullport.
Overhead, a thick layer of dripping mold covered the ceiling, glowing sickly as it was stirred by the currents of air in the cavern. The bottom maze of streets were paved with cobblestones unlike the rope and wooden streets above. Many of the buildings she passed were, surprisingly, in better shape than she heard while many other were still abandoned buildings. The rogue noted with genuine interest how the Lower Heart Ward had many unusual structures and landmarks; it also proved to be pragmatic with so few streets named in this ward.
Another cloaked figure passed the girl, their head down to hide their face from observation. Neither acknowledge each other, nor doubted the other was up to no good as well. A few turns and doubling back on streets, the unassuming wood and stone finally tavern came into view.
A sign engraved with a dragon wrapped around a foaming mug, read:
The Flagon and the Dragon.
The red door was faded, the paint peeling. The silver knobs and hinges reflected the soft glow of the Gloom. The door opened into relatively crowded despite the late hour; though beings of the Underdark reckoned time differently and it wasn't surprising. The scent of hard ale mingled with the aroma of fried meats and sweet wines. 10 small tables 5 in use with 2-3 patrons; a zurchwood counter was tended to with a short and lean dusky skinned half elvish woman pouring a deep red liquid into a large wine glass. The proprietor, a female half-drow named Cal'al Claddani, smiled as the newest visitor of her establishment. She had guessed this was one of Aunrae's girls. Or would be shortly. The girl tossed back her hood. Silvery hair highlighted with coppery red framed an ebon face of sharp elven features.
"what's your poison," Cal'al called out to a patron, sliding a mug to the next customer as a drow male stepped away, wine in hand and heading twords the back. A grey dwarf tossed a coin and carried his hard ale back to his group leaving a space open between the rogue and counter.
the tall teen-aged drow female reached into her pack and pulled out a small silver token and handed it to Cal.
"Ah, your definitely one of thems," her accent a mix of elvish with a touch of dwarvish. She nodded her head the way the previous drow had headed. "at the ball table. Cant miss 'em."
Cal smiled again pouring a glass then slid it her direction. " Aleeian wine. the grapes are excellent, sweet , and just the right amount of tart. She's the one with the rod, by the way," then winked at the girl.
In the back near a small iron stove, were a group playing tentacle ball (a drow game akin to pool, but using tentacle rods instead of pool cues). A female drow playfully smacked the familiar male on the shoulder, leaning over to whisper in his ear, her eyes never leaving the approaching girl. She turned to face the rogue, waving her to draw closer. the older female seamed to quickly scan the newest joining them before motioning her to take a seat. Nearing the table, another drow female in black leather armor walked around the table. Her silvery hair was pinned up into a decorative bun, but her demeanor and mannerism betrayed her noble status.
"Vendui," a melodious voice finally spoke, "I am Aunrae," a wave twords to the male of all black garb, loose billowing shirt that was opened enough to show a bit his bare chest, form fitting leather pants, and elven crafted boot. "Kalannar," he replies rather hoarsely. "you are?"
"Zarae," the younger female introduced herself trying to keep her own noble air about her.
Aunrae motioned to the others around the table, "this is Hijinx in the Shadows,"
the black furred tabaxi interrupting, "Jinx," which Aunrae repeated. then she motioned to another male in elven chain and red fabric, "Zek", a wave to the oldest looking female next to him, "Umriel," then the last female in the group, "my daughter Maya," a spitting image of her mother tho her eyes were emerald as opposed to her mother's icy blue.
Umriel the shortest at the table despite being the oldest, tossed a tentacle rod to Jinx whose turn was next. The catfolk scout walked to the far end and leaned over, aiming the rod for a hard shot.
" Join us." Aunrae finally said, a predetermined phrase to determine the correct group.
Then with the code word spoken, Zarae pulled a parchment with a coded message; tucked inside was a small mithril pendent of a sword atop a moon.
"I was recruited to help, Lady H" Zarae continued as Aunrae took the parchment to read it before handing it to Kel. who likewise read then nodded. his expression softened. then handed a rod to Zarae. The parchment was tossed into the fire and the necklace returned to the girl.
"Ever played?" the tabaxi asked in accented drow, banking a ball into the hole, "easy to learn. I am rather of new to it. Not super well known up there and the Ladies of the grove didn't have a tavern. Ask me, they need to think about that. It's add a little more fun. I do see why this wasn't popular back in…" Zek softly elbowed Jinx, who apologized for her nervous rambling.
Zarae smiled taking a sip of her drink and too curious to not ask, "How are you among…?" hands indicating a non drow, and surface dwelling race, being among drow.
"Ah that," the tabaxi started, "long story. Doubt we need a sad back story at the moment. Short story, they saved me a few years ago and I have been with them since," motioning to Zek and Umriel specifically. "and yes, I am from the surface. I was in the Promenade and volunteered to help when Lady Aunrae asked for help. Who could pass it up? Visiting this city and res…"
Short story?" Umriel interrupted jokingly, "since when? Be first time."
"Hey. Better to ramble than brood, Miss dark and moody," Jinx retorted back equally joking.
Zarae exchanged her glass for a rod, Zek showing her how to pose and hit a colored ball. The first shot was air only, then a second shot was taken.
"nice shot," Zek replied as Zarae hit a ball into a hole.
"I mean we should not be surprised, this is one of your people's game. Let me introduce…" Jinx started.
"we probably should get started," Kel interrupted, "I'd rather be done before this crowd leaves." Aunrae agreed. she ordered another round of fried rothe strips plate, using the motions to whisper a spell to protect their privacy.
"oh several of the tables are friends of Cal. She paid a few to help," Maya whispered.
a parchment unfurled with a ship and its layout. Markings in drowic on the edge of the map.
Kel and Aunrae laid out the mission., they plan to sneak onto a ship and free the slaves. They plan to come at it from all angles, hit the captain hardest.
"So we have 2 who will join backing Kel up. i need you Jinx and Zarae to flank and sneak into the captain quarters from the secret door,"
"are we not missing 3 based on this plan? Maya spoke up looking around to see if any more were joining, expecting one of Cal's to join in any moment.
"they are meeting us at the dock tomorrow night. They had something to care for this day. I have already spoken to them," Kel replies
Aunrae continues pointing to Zek and Umriel. "I have Zyne taking this side with your druid friend then Maya will take the back with our sorcerer.
The discussion continued for the hour as they worked out the various plans for various potentials.
As they were talking, the door opened, a cloaked figure stepping into the firelight with a rolled paper in hand. She greeted Aunrae passing the paper discreetly upon flashing the moon shaped pendent on a silver chain. She leaned over to whisper, and not even the rogue could pick up the words. Then as fast as she was in, the female messenger was gone.
As Aunrae read, her face changed into concern but determination.
"what is it," her daughter asked.
"what is the bad news," Jinx retorted then.
"There has been a change of plans. Hope you didnt plan anything after this." The drow priestess explaining the sudden change and the timing of the ships arrival; it had been moved up by a day. They believed the Reforged ring caught wind of the mission and hoped to outsmart the Eilistraeens. "thank the Lady for getting us word in time."
Kel reading over the message sighed, "we've has gone half through the last bell, so we meet before the next bell," then using the drow silent hand code, signed the name of the dock.
The group broke away, 4 drow leaving only Jinx and Zarae behind.
"I already ordered a room," the scout spoke, "come we can prepare there."
Zarae was hestient but followed as she had few other options. Jinx lead the drow through the nearly invisible door into a hall of 5 doors. Scanning the door and checking for anything suspicious, both the rogues, Jinx unlocked her door and entered first, scanned the room then motioned for the Zarae to enter.
The door closed, the tabaxi secured and then set a simple trap alarm on the door before tossing her pouch on 1 of the beds.
"guess it worked I got a two-bedder. I was just trying to keep appearances," she motioned for the drow girl to take a bed. Jinx then plopped down on her bed.
Zarae too long use to the ways of her people and the Underdark, had to double check the bed for anything suspicious before she even set her pack down.
"satisfied?" the cat asked, "tho I am actually surprised you got this far."
"how do you mean," the elf asked, "you speak as if you knew I was to join you."
"yes and no," biting her lip in thought, "Lady Aunrae suspected you, or someone like you to come. Asked if I'd…" trying to think of how to say the phrase in the language. Elvish was not her first, or second, but she Jinx spoke it fluently, most the time. language barrier often had a speaker coming off more blunt than intended. Which added to her tendency to speak before thinking out the best way. "baby-sit? No, wrong word. Watch over you," she tried again upon the grimace from the drow.
"I suspected I would need to earn trust with them," sitting on the bed and rummaging in her pack.
"how come?" Jinx asked
"How much you know of my people's ways?" tho she was hesitant to speak much about it.
"I been among the sword dancers for a few years now. And I have seen how they have been treated among some of the people. And the reputation of your race."
"I was one of those people who would have earn such a reputation. I am drow noble, second house," she paused, a slight sadness in her eyes as they took on a bluish tint, "I was a noble," she corrected, "I have only been among the Dancing Ladies for a short time."
"regret leaving for the Light?"
"no. I do not regret finding the Dark Maiden. Even if I had no choice to leave. Drow house wars," to the quizzical look that quickly turned to understanding. "you said you were saved?" Zarae asked remembering the scouts words.
"Ah yes. I suppose I can shape the story this time. But I get owed a story in turn?"
"perhaps,"
"I come from across the ocean. Maztica," the tabaxi started with her tale, "we wanted adventure, excitement, travel," a sadness tinging her words, "we, as in me and my best friend Shade. My grandmother was an adventurer. A gift from the Cat Lord; I too was gifted with it but we were too young and inexperienced to realize how dangerous the world was. Tricked, captured, and stolen from my home."
"raided by a rival house?"
"no. Shade and me headed to the city to find a boat to travel across the waters to a land that I heard about. Slavers and poachers thought we would make a great…" trying to think of how to word it, "anyway. We were kept for years, put on display, used to entertain people, treated like an animal or piece of property to do whatever our master and their guest pleased."
"my people are known for enslaving the inferior races. I assume surface races do also?" Zarae didn't realize her inferior mark was hurtful, it was just what the way it was.
Jinx continued her story anways, "Shade and me were able to escape. But it cost him his life and nearly mine."
"so the Ladies saved you by finding you?"
"yes. They were able to get me back to healthy."
"so you stay with them still?"
Before Jinx could continue her story, the door across from the hall slammed startling the two rogues. Both slipping quietly to listen.
Do you know drow sign? Zarae asked in the hand code
Yes but not as good as an elf, Jinx returned in sign. Also I think that was a reminder to head to the docks.
Jinx rushed over to the bed and pulled the locker out from under, unlocked and pulled out two shortsword and a well crafted elven bow. She strapped on her teal and dark brown dyed leather armor and readied to leave.
Zarae pulled her own weapons out of her pack, 2 black metal sharpened sais and a round metal circular weapon that hooked onto her belt. A bandoleer of dagger strapped on across her chest and her cloak fixed on her shoulders.
Ready?
To kick some slaver butt? Oh yes," an evillish grin on the drow's face
While navigating through the streets twords the dock, the bell rang, and the two rogues had to pick up the pace, running late. she should have known the dock and warehouse would be on the other side of the city Jinx thought to herself leading the way through the maze of bridges. Twice the path was mistaken and they had to reround the building and change direction.
When the two rogues finally arrived, a group of cloaked figures were waiting, and some of them annoyed.
The first spotted cloaked figure finally was seen in the shadow of the building. The midnight blue piwafwi opened and a leather gloved hand signed for the two rogues to follow. The part in her cloak revealed her ready for battle- dressed in elven mail of adamantine and silver longsword on her hip. Black elven boots muffle her footsteps. Beside her, Kel likewise dressed in mithril elven chain, adamantine morning star hanging from his belt, and elven black boots. However a black half-mask with silver threads partially obscure his face.
Decide to take a joy walk? Kel signed, his fingers showing is frustration, not only with the two but the change in the plans.
a long, enormous warehouse jutted out over the river on the masts of nine half-sunken ships, its belly lined with a thick net of hoists, cables, and lines. Every twenty feet along the floor, trap doors would allow goods to be pulled directly into the building above. Serving as the main trade house of the city, the Nine Bells was the heart of Skullport's rebuilding economy.
Hidden at the far end of the warehouse was an old caravel slaver ship, crimson red sails embroidered with black interlocking rings were being rolled up. Several deckhand were on deck. The Renascent. 3 of the crew were down below watching with weapons ready, almost excepting a raid. 4 crew were on deck, 2 keeping guard while 2 were moving large wooden crates and barrels. Aunrae noted someone was off ship, having spotted the flash of a cloak from behind.
A message was received from one of the Eilistraeens who was hidden in the rafters overlooking the iron grate that lead to the enslaved; he magically determined that there were 5 women, 17 living kids, and 10 men all of various races. He continued to the message, they are being kept below in storage, crowded and packed into a small room and chained together.
As Aunrae signed the message from Zyne, Kel also noted that a few were no longer on board, I think a few were "fired" before pulling into port, he signed.
The signal from Maya came in, they were in place. When the final signal was received, the Eilistraeen group moved in. like a panther on the prowl, they took out the first watch, Zek drawing the blade across his neck and dropping him silently to the deck. Maya took on the shape of a bat heading down below. Aunrae cast the spell over her and Kel as they started for the gangplank. Zarae slipped behind and headed twords the front. Jinx was behind, bow cocked with an arrow and aimed. If the other watch looked like they were about to alert the rest, she's put it in his throat.
Which was what happened next. The arrow thunked into the guard but part of his shout was enough to alert the crew. 3 more from below and 2 from the deck quarters joined, weapons drawn. Zyne speaking the arcane words dropped to the deck and released a lightning bolt at the rushing pirate.
Kel was matching swords with 2 more, one hitting the water hard. The door was locked when Zarae arrived, her tools quickly working the tumblers. Two more crew fell dead and the crew kept coming. This time they were joined by offshore member of the Reforged Ring. Zyne the sorcerer dwarf took an arrow to the shoulder disrupting the spell and dropping him to a knee. Zek stepped in beside and Umriel on the dwarf's other side.
"did ye think it's go like the plan?" Zyne called as he tried to stand up again, then laughed as he started the incantation for the flame arrows. Metal rang all across the ship, arrows flying by. Just then Umriel cried out as a dagger hit her in the joint of her armor. Zek saw only red as she retailiated with splitting the pirates skull. He left the dwarf vulnerable as he did. And just before the sword ended in his back a flaming sword struck to block, Aunrae behind it.
The lock finally click and fell open, motioning for Jinx to follow she opened the captain's door.
The tall scraggly haired male stood behind a terrified tattooed older woman, his blade on her throat. She was begging for her life, tear pouring down her dirty face. Her ankle was chained to the bedpost and her shirt torn.
"I'll do it," he warned, "I know her worth. In fact, I'll inform you of her value, if…"
Zarae signed to take the left and she's take right. Jinx's arrow remained aimed at the captain.
"You sure I cant drop you before that blade moves," she growled in the common language.
"you think it is worth the chance? Can you move faster than my hand?" the blade digging in a bit and drawing blood.
Zarae slowly drew closer to the candle on the desk wanting the shadow it produced. Calling on the shadows, she vanished from visible sight. The old captain was startled by the sudden lost of the drow and pulled the woman closer, who cried out as the blade dug in a little more.
"last chance," the tabaxi called pulled on the drawstring of her bow.
Captain Favian seeing he was not getting anywhere like he was hoping, "alright, how about I tell you what she told me?"
Then the blade he held dropped as a dagger from the shadow cut into his wrist. Jinx released the arrow into his knee while Zarae pushed the woman out of range of the weapons. Before he could say anything or cry out another dagger was on his own throat, the drow daring him to fight her so she could slid the fine edge across his neck.
The sounds of metal ringing on metal stopped. Kel entered into the captain's room followed by Aunrae. The older woman was trying to scoot away but the chain held her captive still. With back up, Jinx lowered her bow to head over and work on the chain lock. Zarae held the dagger tight on his throat while the captain struggle to maintain his hand on his bleeding wrist. The priestess walked over to take control of the prisoner but Zarae was slow to allow him to go. She thought it best to just kill him there, Kel signing he agreed but they need to get information from him first. Reluctantly the rogue loosened the blade to turn the prisoner over.
Kel led Favian out onto the deck where half the crew were tied up. Those on the floor, dead or dying had refused surrender. Each one was branded with the Reforged Ring symbol, knowing they would suffer from leader of the Ring, Killard, more than with the honorable Eilistraeens. Those who befriended the Dark Ladies or worked with them were not well regarded in Skullport by the pro-slavery organizations who hated the so-called slave shelters.
On the dock was the captives being freed as Aunrae and Kel was speaking with the captain. Many had been fleeing war and were captured or tricked onto the ship to be sold. Each were branded with the Ring's symbol to mark their slave status. Many bore marks of punishment or their failure to escape. Clerics were at work on the sickest and closest to death, healing and restoring life. After each was free Umriel lead them out the warehouse.
The ship captain was partially healed after he too joined the crew in being secured. He was roughly forced to sit on a barrel as Kel stood over him.
"I suggest you start talking."
The captain laughed nervously, as he looked around at each rescuer and his remaining crew.
"alright. Before…" the captain started when suddenly his throat was exploded from his neck with a large magical energy spear replacing it. Before he dropped to the deck another energy spear flew striking the first mate. The drow took cover unsure where the sniper was coming from. The older woman, Eris steps into the door way just as another spear came flying from the shadows. Umriel quick thinking and with supernatural speed dove in front of Eris taking the missile designated for her.
The sniper growled in frustration; he was told to get the tattooed woman dead or alive. She was not to fall into anyone else's hands. And Favian was not to talk no matter what, dead or alive.
"there," Kel called and released a bolt of black energy the direction the sniper was. The sniper saw it coming and was gone before the bolt reached him. Aunrae rushed over to Umriel who was dead from the spear. She tried calling on the Lady but the magic did not work. Whatever the assassin used had thoroughly killed and kept her dead. the older woman thanked for the rescue thought still so shook up she couldn't voice her words. Zyne was returning from below, unaware of the Umriel's death.
"so how do we split this? Dibs on firing up the ship," he cackled, then caught the expressions of the people, "whaddid I miss?" confused until his eyes caught sight. "no..." a pause as if trying to catch a breath or hold back emotions, "you gotta bring her back. She cant be gone. Oh what is Zek going to do when he finds out?"
"take these men to the Lowfellows," Kel barked orders, get the rest of the bodies off. Destroy this ship. We are sending a message."
Jinx still inside the captain's quarters walked Eris out and off the ship. Eris still trembled but managed to ask about her daughter, "have you seen my Sheba? My daughter. Is she safe?"
Jinx didn't answer, not that she could give one, just guided the woman off the ship, Maya taking her to see the survivors.
"what else has been checked?" the scout asked, "she's looting the captain's room," thumb pointing over her shoulder behind her. "I can loot the other rooms."
"loot? Really? That is your thought?" the sorcerer asked.
"what do you want me to call it? That is what it is basically."
"remind me to have Filfaere give you some lesson in tact," then leaned over to whisper, "I doubt the Ladies would like you to call it that. Makes it sound like we did it for the goodies."
"ah. Note taken," she whispered, "I mean not steal while rambling through their stuff," obviously poorly covering.
Zyne just shook his head helplessly. One day he's get that cat better trained in her words. A silent chuckle from a blunder last week from Jinx, a total misunderstanding, but a funny scene to watch the less than eloquent tabaxi try. He was brung from the thought when Maya rejoined Zyne and Jinx.
"Sheba?" Jinx asked, "was she…?"
Maya shook her head sadly. "she was killed before port. The iblith tossed her overboard leaving. Needed to teach the other a lessons and keep her mother under control," anger rising in druidess' voice. When Maya cursed, it was serious.
"she say anything else?" the dwarf asked, "why she was separated at least or why any of this?" Zyne's own anger rose as he considered the freed slaves and their ordeal.
"we'll talk back at the manor," Aunrae voice from behind the 3, "let us…'loot'" using Jinx phrasing, "and see what we can discover about this Favian and the Ring."
Meanwhile Zarae shuffle through the papers, riffled through the ledgers, shoving the important looking documents into a bag. A parchemt covering a gem studded gold-plated letter opener was slid into the bag, along with the dull gold blade. Something about the piece called to her as did a few other random items in the desk. The chest hidden in the floor only had a few bags of coins and the captain himself only had a few pieces of jewelry that was worth anything. About to join the other drow, a carving in the side of the wooden bed frame caught her sight. Securing the bag she knelt down to study the carving. At first glance it looked like a stylized lizard or even a dragon as if from below or above while it flew. Fingers tracing the groove, then suddenly remembered one of the parchements. Dumping the bag, with all the random odds she's collected and the papers, she flipped through til she came across a letter with the symbol. The language was not one she knew recognized. But she thought she picked out a name, Helmyn Yupu.
Helmyn Yupu walked down the corridor, or rather limped, silently cursing at the turn of events. The older tortle taken a hit from one those menacing drow, nearly caught. Another string of curses as she closed the door behind her and sat hard onto the soft chair. Everything had been going surprisingly good. Her spy had prewarned her and was close to beating them. She just needed to get that fortune teller and it would have been set. She didn't even need the human alive. The tattoos would have been enough. This development set her organization back many months worth of work. She rubbed her temple trying to rid the headache that was building.
This had been the closest to her goal. The clue would point her in the direction of the Vale of Dreams. Most would have assumed that she sought it for her personal gain; but they not known the depth of her devotion, her zealousness to the dream, the being who showed her a new and glorious way. Granted her purpose, power and vision. A vision of the primoridals overthrowing the so called Toril gods and bringing back the true gods of the worlds. The saviors and recreators of this glorious new world dethroning those who are the cause of so much pain and suffering; for it was they who caused the Spellplague, who allowed these evil forces and beings, who care nothing for the people and do not deserve to be worshiped. Her purpose, to awakened the beast that will bring this divine destruction, to awaken the tarrasque, create the apocalypse and bring forth a better world. The primordials came to her in her dreams, chose her to be their piece.
A knock brung her from her remenecing, and a snarl warning the one of the other side that this was not the time. But the intruder did not get the message or did not obey, continued knocking. The door slammed open to a tall male, human enough looking, with only his pupil-less pale golden eyes giving away his plane touched heritage. The man did not notice or did not care when the tortle woman gave him the most icy cold glare.
"you told me to report back as soon as I had information,"
"Unless it is about that fortune teller in our grasp, I doubt it will be worth my time."
"your assassin did the task. Favian wont speak a word. His mate neither."
"those fools get everything?"
"bad news first or good news?" he teased despite her growing fury.
She hated working with the aasimir, his so called celestial blood was by no mean carried over to his morals. But that was what she needed. Someone slippery to get into places she could not, "speak. I tire of your face," she spat.
"very well. Yes we lost all the documents in the burning. But I doubt they know what they got…"
"doubt or know?"
"let me finish my good lady of dour. Anyway, they do not know about the runes other than some leagandary locations. And I doubt they care considering we got another ship scheduled 2 days. That will keep them busy from looking into it. the information you care more about, we got some of the picture from our mole. And runic markings from their head. And we manage to take one of their clerics…"
That dropped a bit of the scowl on Helmyn's face.
"My assassin is hunting down Eris as we speak and the younger girl with sticky fingers."
The tortle looked up at that, "what girl?"
"ah that is the bad news. The drowess with the catfolk girl."
right now it is a rough draft. any suggestion of better wording or phrasing, always welcome.
and thanks to anyone who took time to read.
apologies for those who read the previous story and not finishing it like i hoped. I lost all my work, notes, research i had for it.