After our failed attempt to approach the Necromancer’s castle and being chased south by his minions we enter a dark forest. There as we rested a noise could be heard and an armored man could be seen leading his gray horse through the muddy trees towards us.
“Hail!” cried the elf. Then seeing our wounds he hurried forward. “Let me take care of those for you,” he said and knelt clutching a holy sybol in his hands.
then he spoke in Elven saying “Farlanghan, Heal these wounded travelers and set them right so that they may wander again upon the vast and infinite paths which you have lain.” With that there was a light which sprang from his fingers and Lirin’s wounds were healed. He repeated the prayer for Dirk and Ignatious before rising to his feet and introducing himself. “I am Aust Wood-Rock, servant of the gods hailing from Green Wood. Who may you travelers be?”
After introducing ourselves and quickly telling our story he said “These woods have become increasingly dangerous and infested with evil creatures. I’d been here hunting only to find that most of the animals had been turned into zombies. It’s not safe here and it sounds like a powerful evil is now residing in that castle which for so long had been empty.” He paused to ponder, “there is a wizard’s temple over the mountain in the Southern part of Green Wood. Perhaps they could tell us more about necromancy and how to defeat this evil.”
So we traveled with Aust leading the way, until we came upon a squat square structure covered in moss and lichen with a crubmbling roof. When we rounded the corner we saw steps leading down into the building. Nearby under a tree we spot a small figure sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Getting closer we see that it was a halfling wearing the clothes of a monk.
Lirin shouts “Who goes there!”
Not seeming the least startled and with near lightning speed the halfling leapt to his feet. He assumed a fighting pose with his fists clenched. Dirk could not help but laugh at the tiny figure.
Dirk: “Bwahaharr! HAR-HAR-HAR!!”
Then a noise came from behind the party like a rhinoserous crashing through thew trees and a deep battlecry “YAAAAARGGH!!!”. A large half-orc came round the building corner but Dirk was ready for him. The small monk then made his move. He flew into combat with Lirin, a whir of fists and feet.
Though he was an adept fighter Lirin knew that the halfling was not giving it his all so she fought defensively. Her wolf circled the fight caustiously waiting for her signal. Aust atop his grey mare notched an arrow to his bow. Meanwhile the enraged half-orc whose body was virtulally covered in tattoos and whose face was pierced in every way imaginable tried viscously to hack Dirk to pieces with his over-sized sword. Iggy, standing in the middle, took a moment to analyze the situation. Seeing that Lirin was handling herself well against the halfling he turned upon the half-orc. Chanting the magic words and making the proper signs with his hands, Iggy cast a daze spell upon the barbarian. Then turning to the monk he said, “Halt! We are not your enemies! Please call this mad beast off his attack!”
Steadfast and seeing that he was outnumbered the halfling waited a few seconds while his companion regained conciousness.
Halfling: “Konan! Stop your attack. We are outmatched.”
Konan, still taking deep breaths, nods his head in understanding.
A few more moments and the tension broke. Aust came over and dismounted from his horse. “Hello, my name is Aust Wood-Rock my father hails from these woods but nearer to Pembroke.” He held his hand out to the halfling and kept a wary eye on the half-orc.
Dirk, still holding a defensive stance and glaring at the half-orc: “What are you doing hanging round here Mud-blood!”
Wu-Lan: “Do not call my friend that! He is a great warrior named Konan!”
Konan: “Me Konan.” he points at his own chest. “Who you?”
Aust moves towards the seven foot man with his hand out: “I am Aust woodrock. I am a cleric of the Great Traveler. If you want I can pray to my god and he will heal the wounds that my dimwitted friend hath bestown upon thee.”
Konan: “No need. Konan is strong.”
Wu-Lan: “Quite the diverse band of travelers, a dwarf warrior, an elvish cleric, a half-elf warrior, and a wizard. Please introduce yourselves; but first let us move away from this building a few yards,Konan and I have killed most off the denizens of this building but we fear that more may appear at any moment.”
Lirin: “I am Lirin of the Hawk Tribe. We hail from north of the great swamp.”
Dirk: “And I’m Dirk.”
Iggy: “And I am Ignatious Felatious”
Aust to Wu-Lan: “What denizens do you speak of sir, last I heard a small band of lore-keepers lived in this temple surely you have not murdered them…”
Wu-Lan: “Loremasters? Hmmm.. none of those. Just big spiders who attacked us as soon as we came near the building. As far as we can tell the building is empty.”
Konan: “Spider nest!” he points at the entrance to the temple.
Wu-lan: “Konan was out hunting for our diner when you happened upon me meditating.” At this Konan grinned a wide toothy smile.
Konan: “Dinner!” and he turned to show a small dead deer which had been slung over his backpack.
Dirk: “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Lirin: “Poor thing, we must thank Elhona for this soul’s noble sacrifice.”
Konan: “No time for thanks. Meat fresh now. You! Wood!” he points at Dirk. “You! Water!” he points at Iggy. “You! Come with me. Talk, prepare,” he geastures with the carcass toward Lirin and smiles.
Wu-Lan quitely to Aust: “I’m sorry. My friend is used to getting his way. Believe me, it will be easier if your companions do as he says.”
Aust convinces his friends to co-operate with the brutish Konan.
Later the six adventurers sit around a campfire eating an early dinner, the sun still hanging low in the sky.
Aust: “Strange that this temple is deserted,I guess I have been away from Greenwood for too long.”
Iggy: “Aust, you had mentioned that this was a wizard’s temple. Perhaps I could investigate and find smoething that these two overlookled.”
Wu-Lan: “Now there’s an idea.”
Dirk: “Sure thing! Iggy can always figure it out!” Beaming at him and munching on a big roasted drumstick.
Aust: “I know a thing or two about wizard’s and they can definately be a tricky bunch. I can’t believe that Arthur would let his temple go to ruin like this; at least not without a good reason.”
Lirin: “Whose Arthur?”