Poisoned Daggers and Rogues in Black
The wizard went back to the camp. Only a black bear now, where so many skeletons and zombies has been, just an hour earlier. She rummaged the shelters once more and grabbed the book. It was dumb of her to leave it behind the first time. She had warned the guards, both in the Looting Jesters and in town, she had done her duty. She would keep the book, however, at least until she knew its contents. All ancient tomes look the same, until they start acting up. Once back in town, it was time to leave a note to the remaining guild.
“Dear Bronte,
Just a word of warning. Earlier today, Gladash and I ran into a camp taken over by undead. From all the things there (poison daggers and all), it was likely the Creed’s doing. For some reason, they seem to have left in a hurry.
Alas, they were not all gone. As I was returning to town, I was attacked by a rogue. My fireball hit him back, but didn’t kill him. I say him… I’m not even sure of the gender. May have been a woman. It was all very fast. Whatever it was, it was clad in black and seemed relatively weak in the arts of the dagger. Much better in the art of hiding, as I couldn’t find him, her, again. I'm sure it wasn't Laricen!
I have warned the guards, but wanted your guild to be aware, too.
Hoping all is well and that we will meet soon for an adventure,
Cass.”
“Dear Bronte,
Just a word of warning. Earlier today, Gladash and I ran into a camp taken over by undead. From all the things there (poison daggers and all), it was likely the Creed’s doing. For some reason, they seem to have left in a hurry.
Alas, they were not all gone. As I was returning to town, I was attacked by a rogue. My fireball hit him back, but didn’t kill him. I say him… I’m not even sure of the gender. May have been a woman. It was all very fast. Whatever it was, it was clad in black and seemed relatively weak in the arts of the dagger. Much better in the art of hiding, as I couldn’t find him, her, again. I'm sure it wasn't Laricen!
I have warned the guards, but wanted your guild to be aware, too.
Hoping all is well and that we will meet soon for an adventure,
Cass.”
Comments
No surprises there. He was quite familiar with Creed’s handiwork, particularly their recent expeditions to secure wild beasts for what he presumed to be heinous experiments: Black dragons from depths of the Atoll; Liches from beneath the center of the Tree Maze. Weren't they also involved in some funny business in Skull Island and in the volcano with some Artificer? With the labyrinth underneath the city providing relatively easy access to notable dungeons, it wasn’t a matter of if but when the Creed would turn their attention up north. He pulled out a chair and penned his response. There. I said it. Well... wrote it if we’re being pedantic. His unsuccessful attempt at suppressing a smile earned him a scowl from the cleric. Ahem! he inked his quill and continued to scribble. With Shuab and the Royal Guard becoming regular fixtures on the hunt, it was only a matter of time, no?
While waiting on the ink to dry, he turned his attention to Cherudim. He had encountered a few Night Harpies during a trip to the newly discovered cave in Foehan but it was first time observing one at such close range and without a helmet. He stroked the bird's crown and fastened a canister to her right leg in preparation for the delivery. Shivani preferred the hall's stable whenever she was in town and as such Bronte had developed a special bond with her pets overtime. He recalled the short postscript on Cass' letter. Steak Flambé eh? reminiscing on his brief stint as a chef brought on by Rameses, the feline with a penchant for charred meat, who often accompanied Shivani in her youth.