Entry – 7
Things have been… hectic since the last entry I made. Raine managed to shake his pursuers’ and Marcus came back near morning. Marcus found a hiding spot but also found what he thinks to be corpse queens minions outside the town. I don’t know anything about that but he is going out with some arbiters to check it out and help deal with it if it turns out to be true. More power to him if he wants to put his neck out on the line again. I stayed at the inn with Raine and Banshee went to look for more information about her past, poor girl it must be hard to not remember anything about yourself. We spent most of the day in the inn, Rain and me. I even taught him to juggle. As the afternoon dragged on however Raine started to wonder what was taking Marcus and Banshee. We eventually decided to go take a look. I even had the bright idea of having Raine track their scent in dog form. I blame myself for what happened next.
We hadn’t made it more than ten steps when shouts of “DEVIL DOG!!!” went up and the guard was hot on Raines trail again. Poor guy just cant get a break in this city. Eventually I was able to create a distraction allowing rain to escape. At that point I thought it prudent to go on a short camping trip in order to let the devil dog fervor go down a bit. I had Raine leave town and wait for me while I got our things and left a note for Banshee and Marcus. After leaving the city though Raine said he smelt Marcus aboard a strange wagon entering the city. I made a snap decision and pursued to investigate. Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me. I managed to conceal myself under the wagon. Then it entered the keep. I couldn’t help feeling exceptionally screwed at that point. I exited the wagon and hid in the stables until dark. I tried sneaking in to find Marcus. Tried being the operative word. A man caught me and the very sight of him filled me with a sense of . . . wrongness, something about him was just off. He began pursuing me, never raising an alarm or making a sound, just stalking me.
I spent the next several minutes trying to lose the creepy guy but just went from bad to worse after alerting a guard. Then out of nowhere Raine in dog form comes flying in and proceeded to distract the entire guard around the keep. And banshee came in and shot off a spell of some kind at my pursuer to boot. I made a dash for the keep door and got inside shutting it behind me. I hadn’t got more than one hallway down when Three Fist of all people comes careening down the hall at me club in hand! I barely made it out of the way as he smashed his way out of the keep. Behind him in shackles was Marcus. We quickly find keys and get the restraints off but can’t get to his gear before those creepy guys come back. Marcus called them half dead I think. We tried to get deeper into the keep to lose them but just ran into some guards. We needed out. And with only our one escape route blocked by creepy half dead thugs I had little choice. I drew my blades and charged the two cloaked figures.
Marcus must have been worse off than I had thought; he fell trying to get around the cloaked figures and didn’t get up. I didn’t know what to do, but he had called himself Three Fist’s friend earlier. So I took a chance. I left him there and ran past the cloaked figures once outside I saw a strange tableau in front of me. Raine naked in human form was wrapped around a wildly swinging Three Fist’s head while Banshee lay at his feet looking up. I didn’t have time for this crap. I bellowed that Three Fist’s friend was being hurt inside. Amazingly, the big guy heard me and went flying back to the keep with Raine still on his back. If it hadn’t been so serious I would have been laughing. I followed him in time to see the club swat both cloaked figures aside and for Three Fist to pick up Marcus like a doll. I convinced him to let me carry Marcus and had Raine bring him back from the brink. I passed off his limp form and saw one of the cloaked figures had dropped his sword. It was a black blade with what looked like an ivory hilt . . . well no reason not to make a profit right? I grabbed the sword and we all made tracks out of the keep.
We escaped by Three Fist Literally smashing and Ogre shaped hole in the wall. We began to run through the city. Three Fist said something about his captain waiting for him. A ship sounded like a great idea right now so we all followed or new friend the Ogre. Unsurprisingly the ship and said captain were nowhere to be found. Awesome. So instead we began heading for the city gates. I was saying a quiet prayer to myself that our rag tag group could make it out of the city now that the lord was alerted to our presence. My fears however were groundless. The Ogre made a great crowed clearer and we made it out without notable incident. We made it several miles away before stopping a t a copse of trees to rest and plan. There was some hesitation on were to go. Frankly I didn’t care as long as it wasn’t here however the Elven city of Summerset caught my interest. The elves wouldn’t be looking for me, and that bastard Cross had no control or influence there. I pushed for the Elven city and we headed out.
Our travels were fairly uneventful until Marcus had a wild hair to investigate some random tracks he found on the trail. He and Raine went off to take a look leaving Banshee and me to babysit Three Fist. Of course, somehow, even simple travel deteriorated into trouble for us. We were set upon by three bandits. Three bandits we had encountered but scared away at the entrance to Fair Fax when we had first arrived. Having an Ogre around is nice sometimes, if you can deal with the smell. I think the bandits wet themselves when they saw him. At any rate they ran off and shortly after Marcus came back to inform us that he had found a camp and men had run away from him. Brilliant detective work! We decided to help clear the forest of a threat and remove a possible problem for us ahead of time by killing these bandits. Also they had food. And we didn’t. We set up a basic ambush and made short work of the ruffians. We even made some gold doing it.
- Justin D’moore