The group silently creeps up to the Inn. Vornyn not having the ability to sneak marches toward the front door and is greeted by a strange man with a scarf covering his face. He seems surprised to see someone out here. He tells Vornyn that he can sleep in the barn. The wind blows and Vornyn can see his mouth is not human but some sinister creature with huge sharp teeth (like Barracka from Mortal Kombat). The rest of the group traps him by setting a rope outside the doorway. After the creature is captured, the group finds out that the real owner is away on a hunting expedition and this creature is robbing him blind. They find a set of steps to the basement but when they attempt to go down an Alarm spell is triggered. They know they need to get out of there and decide to take the gold the creature was stealing (and a case of wine) and leave. They witness the Inn keeper returning from the hunting trip (most likely he knows his spell went off). The group escapes the encounter and continues south. They are attacked by a black bear. Vornyn is able to speak with animals and calm the beast and make friends.
The next day Gary spots something odd on top of a hill in the direction they are traveling. They stop the cart fearing an ambush. Gary sees something shiny atop the hill and approaches. As he gets there he realizes it is a human hand sticking out of the ground with a ring on it. Something happens and he looks back at the group under some type of a spell then smiles and stabs himself in the neck with an arrow. Vornyn takes his steed and charges the hill to save his friend. He rescues Gary and tends his wounds only to see that the spell has left his friend unconscious. Something is quite odd about this hill and the horses get spooked and take off, crashing the cart into a gully. Two horses rip away and run off (gone for good). They are able to wrangle the rest of the horses and Panarus the Bard uses a mend spell to fix the wagon. Gary eventually awakens. the wound was cauterized by Vornyn but the scar stays in the shape of Darkenday. The gods at work I guess.. Day 15...
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My Darkenday you inspire me to write. How I admire your gift of light.
Invading my mind through day and night, always dreaming of that glorious site.
Let me compare you to a lighted ray, that claims the heart of those this day.
How do I love you? Let me count ways.
I love your holy symbol and marks of hope that lighten even the darkest sort.
Thinking of your blessings fills my days but now I must away with a witching heart.
Remembered are my words whilst In thought.
-Panarus “the flute maker”
Vornyn writes:
ReplyDeleteAll Praise Darkenday
The last few days have been a blur. Besides the constant fear of Orcs on our tail, we thwarted a thriving creatures intent to poison and rob us, I was able to deal with him for the gold he stole and form a travelers truce, in order for his release. Besides not feeling an evil energy from this monster, he had extinguished the life of a filthy orc. Which gains favorable light in my eyes. Also after we discussed the terms with our group, I feel this gold may help us in our journey, seeing it is becoming more and more challenging as the days go by.
When my comrade Gary fell under treacherous spell of sorts, The power of Darkenday flowed through my average sickle and brought his life and consciousness back. It was one of the most glorious examples of his power I have ever witnessed with my own eyes. Giving me the sign that we were all meant to be here and we are doing just deeds in his eyes.
Praise Darkenday.