As we traveled we found a figure lying in the grass, expecting an ambush I approached cautiously. As I drew near, the figure began to stir and then sat up revealing an unknown woman. Taken aback by this I found myself once more silent in the company of strangers. I thought I had gotten over this. Thankfully Gundar stepped forward to take on the trying task of speech. Surprisingly, she speaks a common tongue! The woman introduced herself as Kit but other information is lost on her. This bothers me. The main reason for this being I too know very little about my past. Only the glimpses that I got from the Man and Woman who called me son that day. We welcomed her into the party, at least until we find a safe place, as traveling in a group is much safer than alone. Hopefully we can help her in some way. Not knowing who you are can be a special kind of beast.
Not long after this, as we ventured forth, we heard what sounded like a large cat creature in pain and the sounds of battle. Upon investigation we saw the corpses of small human like creatures and wolves. One of the Small creatures yet lived but was gravely injured. I rushed forward to help how I could. The creatures dialect was unknown to me but I managed to convince it that I meant it no harm. As I mended the creatures wounds I was able to see glimpses of the battle that had left this thing injured, the cause was a large Dire Tiger that was fast approaching this creatures ilk. The party then did what it does best: Gundar step forward to aid the creature with his new healing magics. Ingrodi, Ahmri, and Ellisar lay support to the other creatures with arrows, a floofy pupper, and Pony Hype. Skipper rushed off to flank the foe along with Kit, though Kit got to the creature first to her dismay as after she struck a sound blow to the creature he focused on her and let out a flurry of blows…. Hmmmm I like that…. That left her unconscious. Thankfully, the creatures had done a lot of damage to the Dire Tiger before we got there so it was easy to take down as more of us joined the fray.
The creatures, the Warvin, thanked us for our help and offered their fire and food for the night as they loaded up the corpses of all the fallen. Gundar looked sick at the idea and told Dimfoodle if the Warvine were going to eat their allies. To which Dimfoodle retorted with a best not to ask. Gundar thought for a moment but put up no further objections. Thankfully we only dined on wolf that night as we plotted our next move. Which would be to head to an old Dwarven mine before we could reach the elven ruins on the other side of a mountain. The Warvine said they would escort us as much as they could in thanks for the help but they would need a few days to pack their gains first. We agreed and began our down time. Funnily, as I practiced my new art one of the Warvine took an interest and wondered if I was dancing. I did my best to inform it that I was practicing fighting and it's eyes lit up and began to emulate my movements. This made me blush but I did my best to focus and show it all that I knew.
The night progressed and I was awoken by Gundar he said that he had heard the howl of wolves but before he could say any more Kit came from the woods and told us that Skipper was not to be trusted and that he had killed his Horse. She said the howls where from stray wolves that feasted on the horse and became evil creatures after the fact. I knew that Skipper was going down a dark path now but I didn't think I would have to put him down this soon. I knew that there had to be a reason for him to do something like that. You don't just up and kill something that was your ally for NO reason…. Right? Skipper returned and Ahmri put him to sleep with a spell. And then we bound him to a tree.
When Skipper woke up he elaborated that he had done this for the good of the party. Brysgella was spying on us, this we knew, and he said in doing this act she would no longer be able to see our movements. He offered his horse as a sacrifice to Varghast so that we could move undetected. This conversation left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. Gundar and Kit both stayed silent with their eyes closed for a long time and Ahmri was not above showing his distaste. But I kind of agree with Skipper on this one. I do not like what he did but in nature you need to do some bad things in order to survive. If a snake bites you and you can't bleed the poison you cut off your leg, or wherever the snake bites you. Sometimes in order to survive you have to make that sacrifice. And this gives us some advantage at least over a great foe that is interested in us…. I just hope that we are not letting a snake bite us and saying it's for the best….. Please, stay strong, Skipper.
The path was clear enough thankfully. The Warvine showed us the way and took us to where they could and left us on our way. The Mine was close now. The Warvine said that Kobolds where dwelling in the mine now. They shouldn't be too much trouble, but you should never underestimate something that can think. Especially when they have shown adaptability in the past. Before I could think anymore on the matter Gundar rushed forward to meet an unseen foe. Before I could ready myself two large Mantis launched out of the trees. One meeting Gundar's challenge and the other landing near me. It's blow missed and Ahmri put it to sleep. I waited for Skipper to get behind the foe before unleashing a Flurry of my own blows against it. This one went down with little trouble but the Other still stood. I knew it wouldn't stand for much longer but help is always welcome. Gundar had done a great deal of damage as did Floofy Pupper and Kit. I rushed forward to give aid but instead the Mantis left me with a great wound. Blinded by the pain I was unable to see who landed the last blow on the creature but my senses came to me just in time to hear a howl coming from the mine….
To Be Continued.