Evil Within

The Third Arrives
A third meets/joins the party.

Privec and Acire awoke in the morning to the smells of breakfast wafting throughout the dorms. They got dressed and made their way to the hall of feasts. As they entered the hall, they saw Thomas(father monk/caretaker) sitting at his usual at the head of his table and sitting to his left was a ruggedly handsome monk . He was garbed in a tan tunic with -—— sash hanging around his neck. The two took there seats on the opposing side of the table with everyone going through there customary greetings. Thomas then introduced half-elf monk as Indie from the Ivory Citadel. Thomas informed the two that he was here to accompany/assist them on their quests and that would be time to get acquainted later.

But at the moment there is more pressing matters. Thomas said “I received a message from Tocan Glyph the governor’s chief advisor that there have been continuous reports of raided caravans like the church had encountered. Also there was a report of missing child from the ruins along with two adults. If you want any further information I will have to send word. But he just asks that we use the resources we have to assist in this.” The group was appalled at the idea of a kidnapping so near to them and got dressed immediately to investigate. They all met out front of the church when they were ready.

As Privec emerged he looked over to the main road casually scanning the are and seen one of the kobolds that had escaped from there previous battle. The other two followed his gaze noticing the kobold. Indie was inquiring if they knew who he was as Privec dashed off in pursuit of the kobold. Acire gave chase shortly after, as did Indie unaware of the reason the pursuit had taken place. The kobold heard a ruckus behind him growing louder by every second and glanced back to see what it was. When he realized it was the pint sized human bearing down on him he let out a screech and fled. He was faster than the rest and privec managed to maintain sight on him as the creature fled into a darkened alley.

Acire and Indie ran past the dwarf seeing the kobold wiggle his way into a hole in the foundation of the towering building. Both Indie and Acire looked but could only see shadows. They both could hear talking, but Indie had not heard the guttural language before. Acire was well acquainted with Orc and could hear the kobold explaining that “I had to come in this way they were chasing me! I DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE!”

Indie and Privec decided they should go in and find out what was going on. It was then that Acire realized it was The Mastiff and she quickly became apprehensive. Upon entering The Mastiff Privec made his way to the center of the pub by the fire pit. Looking for any evidence of holes along the wall with none found. Acire was making her way to him, when she saw a patron next to her spin around and attempt to snatch her arm as he was saying “We burn elves here why don’t you make it easy and leap into the fire yourself”.

Indie was standing at the door way taking in the sights as he witnessed the attempted assault take place. He quickly took a step in that direction determined to teach the drunk a lesson. AS the drunk stood to meet him there was shout in the language that he did not understand. Both Privec and Acire heard scream “NO!” and turned to see the two half-orcs stand. One half-Orc started making his way in Indies direction who was confused as to what was taking place. The other one made his way across the dance floor towards Acire and Privec. Acire picked the drunk’s stool up and was preparing to clobber him. Indie yelled to Acire to inform the orcs that “this is not there fight”. Privec had to deescalate the situation and seized the drunk in a choke hold as the orcs closed in on his friends. The drunk quickly submitted to his will and went to the bar. Acire tired of the continued onslaught of this place stormed out of the pub. The orc in the back ordered them to “sit or leave” and Privec made his way to a corner table to have a seat.

Indie too proud stood toe to toe with the first half-orc as he pointed over to Privec’s table. Indie refused and the other half-orc leaped off a stool over a patron and landed on the left side of Indie and pointed to several empty seats around the pub. Indie put his hands up and made his way over to Privec.

As Acire emerged from the pub a small Halfling woman garbed in leather said “Is there ever a time you come here when you don’t make a scene? Why don’t you have a seat and join me. I’m Tilly Lightfoot I work the girls inside every now and then when they need my assistance”. She inquired about Acire and who she thought was her crippled friend (privec).

Meanwhile inside Indie was itching to get to the basement to find out what was going on. Privec stood and started making his way over to the orcs and Indie ordered three of the orcs regular drinks. She warned Indie to tread lightly with them and he headed over there. Indie arrived as Privec asked what was down in the basement as Indie handed out the pints amongst the orcs. The half orcs grinned happily chugging the drink down as the orc took his and placed it along a shelf on the wall. The Orc lied saying that there was only wine and ale in the basement and Privec was not even close to being fooled by him.

He quickly realized there would be nothing but lies coming from his mouth and decided to make his way over to the bar. Indie was in tow and decided to do the talking asking what the deal was with the orcs.

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The Meeting
The Journey begins

Tons of spelling and grammar errors don’t judge first type through.

Privec Stepped off the galley taking in the business of the pier around him. His galley had docked onto the biggest of the four piers in the cove. The mansion rose up before him above the pier and the water. He looked around at the looks of bewilderment that lookes upon him and listened for the whispers of waht they were saying. “what is he?” said on child. “He must be a cripple” said one woman to man next to her. For dwarves were a foreign race to the people of Telavia with extiction upon their race. Privec pushed on passed the looks and whispers determined to find a new homeland for his people, he was their lat hope for finding their new home. Privec stopped a man and requested “where shall I go to find adventure, companionship, and adventure?”, the man replied “Aye The Mastiff will be what you seek! Plenty there for any adventure one wants to find”. Onward to the pub known as the The mastiff he went.

Across town Acire had made her way to The Mastiff in hopes of finding some quest to help/further her reputatuion as a renowned ranger. When she entered The Mastiff a slight silence fell throughout the pub. She found a stool at the far side of the pub at the bar. she took a seat taking a look around seeing/hearing the bard on the large stage singing in her native tongue, one orc with 2 half-orcs sitting in the back right corner by a stairwell, with a mixture of races dancing on the dance floor, mainly gnomes/humans siting throughout enjoying each other and a pint, and a few looks from the corner of others eyes that were not the most welcoming.

She ordered some wine from a pleasant barmaid who went by the name Amyah, she was human who shorter(5’3"), stocky/busty build with, auburn hair, brown eyes, and copper skin that shown she was kissed by the sun, and upon her first sip caught something out the corner of her eye. She heard “your kind should piss off!!”. She turned to realize that a half-eaten trukey leg was being flung at her. Moving her head slightly at the last minute the leg bounced of the iron cage that encased the bar causing juices and meat to spatter all over her. Outraged and humiliated she sprung to her feet determined to find her assaulter.

Privec had strolled his way through marble streets taking in the sights, sounds, and smells he has never encountered before. Ignoring the jests that were made in his direction for he was in this land for a greater purpose. He made his way to The Mastiff noting the mediocre cobblestone work of first floor. With the two other log stories towering before him. He can hear the clamor of pints and singing from within with the occasional laughter. But upon his entrance he heard nothing but silence and saw nothing but statues looking back at him.

Privec was growing accustomed to the shocked awe that he was receiving from these people, which the Ivory Citadel had warned him of. He ignored the dumbfoundeness of the crowd and made his way to stool at the end of the bar. A barmaid by the name of Layla made her way over and asked “what can I get for ya?”. He repiled “water will do”. She was a tall lass towereing over him at 6’, coal black hair that looked as if it was fresh out of rollers that was inside a blue bandanna, deep brown eyes, atheletic build that commanded respect in this establishment wearing a deep blue tunic. She let out a full belly laugh and informed him “we have wine, ale, dog piss and we can get some grub for ya from the city”. He muttered “some mutton will do” knowing that alcohol was against his code.

Acire was using the entrance of the little bearded man as a diverion to sneak out as all eye were on him. As she glanced at the small man as she neared the door way, she bumped a drunk on a stool who became agitated. He then tried to shove her and she sprung to the sida and out the door way. Privec witnessed the event between bites and was intrigued by the elf, she was the first one he has seen. He took one last bite and climbed down from his stool to go after her. At the door he yelled for her and she continued with either a purpose or embarassment he was not sure. He went after her and grabbed her arm she wheeled around attempting to wretch her arm free. Privec said “I have a quest that will be full of adventure, treasure and honor. The thought of someone who appears to have your skills working alongside me is very attractive”. She was unsure as a rock sailed from the pub side of the street striking Privec’s breast plate griffin head on his shoulder. Privec requested “Shall we move to a place more private setting? May I suggest the church?”

Acire agreed and they went forth to the church. As they entered th sanctuary they were greeted by an older monk who was awaiting Privec’s arrival. “Privec The Prevailent we’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival! We have a room prepared for you to stay but the Ivory Citadel made no note of you having a companion. No problem we have plenty of room friend”. Acire objected at first, but soon caved due to the persistance of the monk. The monk escorted them to a study where Privec filled her in on his quest for his people. The monk interrupted with distress in his voice explaining tht the most recent caravan had been robbed of the churches salves and healing potions. Privec assured the monk they will make it right.

Privec and Acire were escorting the shipment when she saw two Kobolds hiding behind a tree and a battle ensued. The fought fearlessly aginst the clan o nine kobolds armed with light crossbows and short spears. Arice slaying 4 with her bow/scimitar. Privec smashing three with his warhammer. The last two fled the batle escaping without injury. Privec suffered a bolt to the belly where his armor gaps at his waist. While Arice had taken one bolt in the shoulder. Arice went through and gathered the crossbows amongst the bodies selling them for 30 gold pieces.

They updated the monk and awaited the next days……………..


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