Thursday, August 28, 2014

Part 2: Into the Crypt

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Sleep eventually came over me. When I woke this morning, I realized nothing had transpired during the night. A sigh of gratitude escaped me as I rested a moment longer in my bed.
Cloudbreaker and I went about our same morning routine; got up, washed, dressed, and ate breakfast. We then grabbed our gear for we knew today we needed to collect on the vampire bounty. However seeing that it was still early, we ducked back into Banehammer’s blacksmith shop.
Banehammer, the Dwarf whom I saw smoking yesterday, and the other man I talked with were mighty pleased to see us. The Dwarf however was somewhat disappointed that we hadn’t brought back enough silver for him to coat a great sword for Cloudbreaker. Instead they had to settle with making a silvered halberd for me while Cloudbreaker requested a better sword than the one he had. Banehammer told us by tomorrow morning our weapons would be ready. In the mean time, Cloudbreaker and I had to trust Grendel and Bal Vyr to provide enough protection against the vampires for us...
The Goliath and I wandered on up to the graveyard. As we walked in, Bal Vyr and Grendel were placing the stone tablet back onto the sarcophagus. Cloudbreaker questioned why Bal Vyr had another look when the night before he had already seen what was inside. The Drow muttered something back about ‘you can never be too cautious.’
The graveyard was quite large. Cloudbreaker went about searching for a crypt. As Grendel, Bal Vyr and I stood around waiting for Cloudbreaker to alert us of the location, I noticed the gravekeeper’s home off to the side. The other night when we had come to slay the undead, the gravekeeper made haste to get inside when dark fell upon us. I was curious how he was doing since our fight with the undead.
I walked over to the house and knocked on the door. A squeal was heard, followed by scuttering of feet. Locks being opened and the shifting of a heavy wooden plank was heard. The door creaked open eventually and I looked into the wild and fearful eyes of the grave keeper. He still wore the brown robe from the other night and his hair looked as though he hadn’t washed in a week.
“Y-yes?” The man squeaked out. I put on a pleasant smile, or so I hoped.
“Hi. I was just wanting to see how you were doing. Has the graveyard been any better since we killed the undead?” I asked.
“Oh! Yes, yes! Very good. All good!” the man nervously responded, “Soup almost done. Would you like some?”
I didn’t see the need to refuse the offer. I gave a nod and before entering the house called back to Grendel and Bal Vyr, “There’s hot soup for those interested.” I figured if something weird happened, at least the other’s knew where I went... even if they cared less about my well being.
Crossing the threshold into the grave keeper’s house nearly had me stop dead in my tracks. The stench that somehow managed to escape my nose until I walked in was so foul that I felt my eyes water. I swallowed back my repulsion and forced a smile as I followed the gravekeeper in.
“Almost done. W-would you like some?” the grave keeper asked again while giving the pot a stir.
“Um, no thanks. I actually just had lunch,” lied hoping it wouldn’t cause offence. The grave keeper muttered something nervously as he continued to stir. I watched him as he put the finishing touches on the soup, unsure what else to say.
Then I caught sight of what was causing the sickly smell. Some fingers slipped over the edges of the pot before being stirred back in. A hand!? I remember my head screaming. Wide eyed and disgusted, I stood up and quickly left without another word.
Once outside, I savored the freshness of the air as I commenced to rejoin the others.
“He’s eating people!” I exclaimed.
“What Blackwing?” Cloudbreaker questioned. I was surprised momentarily that he was close by.
“The grave keeper. He’s a cannibal,” I stated. The grave look in Cloudbreaker’s face made my stomach churn as he marched off toward the grave keeper’s house. Quickly I changed direction and followed after the Goliath.
He barged right in without a knock. I was about 20 feet behind him and watched as he got choked up on the smell before hearing him yell at the grave keeper. Screams ensued from the nervous man as Cloudbreaker demanded of him why he was eating dead bodies. As I rounded the corner I saw the Goliath walking toward the gravekeeper with the pot of soup.
“Cloudbreaker!” I shouted.
“What!?” he snapped at me.
“What are you doing with the soup?”
“I’m gonna teach this fool a lesson!”
“Goliath-” Grendel called from behind me before suddenly drive heaving. Once he got his stomach under control he continued, “We have bigger things to concern ourselves with. Let the town guard deal with him.”
“Grendel, he’s eating bodies! Isn’t that something that your order would find punishable!?” Cloudbreaker questioned.
“Yes, but like I said, let the guards deal with it. We are losing precious daylight and don’t need to waste more time,” Grendel then turned on his heels and left. I was somewhat impressed with how civil the crusader was toward the Goliath. It seemed odd, but I agreed. I didn’t want to fight vampires in the dark. Without knowing how long it’d take for us to find the vampires, it was smart for us to focus our efforts while the day was still young.
“Leave the man Cloudbreaker,” I spoke softly, “He’s clearly not in his right mind. It’s abominable what he’s doing, but clearly the curse this graveyard is under has played it’s toll.”
“Blackwing, this is an abomination!”
“Yes, I know. But killing a man who’s clearly mental isn’t right either. He needs help, not death. Let’s not make him our problem. We can use the soup as evidence and let the guards deal with him,” I argued. Cloudbreaker clenched his jaw and reluctantly set the pot down.
“Stop eating the dead!” Cloudbreaker barked at the grave keeper. He then marched out of the house. I looked back once more at the man as he cried in terror. I pitied him, but I didn’t blame Cloudbreaker for yelling at him either.
I caught up to the Goliath when Grendel called out saying he found the crypt entrance. Cloudbreaker said nothing more to me as we joined the others.
The section of graveyard we walked through was lined with grave stones. A lone casket laid open to the left of us. Bal Vyr went to examine it but found nothing of interest. Ahead of us were two stone statues. It was as though they were placed there to guard the crypt. However, instead of the statues coming to life, two zombies crawled up out of the ground.
The undead were much bigger than the ones we fought two nights ago. Let alone nearly impossible to sink my halberd into. Their strength was something to be alarmed by. Each sent Cloudbreaker and Grendel into the ground. Cloudbreaker was up to his head in dirt. That alone was nearly enough to make me want to run and flee, but seeing that one of them had been hurt enough by Grendel’s hammer, I focused my energy into my halberd and charged a fire bolt to it. With a great swing, I sunk my halberd deep into the undead, lighting it on fire for a moment. The creature fell to it’s knees and remained still.
Bal Vyr helped get Cloudbreaker and Grendel out of the ground as I attacked the last creature. I was exhausted from the energy I used to make my hit true on the one zombie, so I cast a minor spell that was particularly unpleasant for undead.
Once all of us were standing on dry ground again, the final zombie dove back into the earth. We all looked about ourselves for a few minutes seeing if the creature would resurface. After thoroughly searching, we decided to commence into the crypt.
There were no torches lit inside, which wasn’t surprising considering it was a tomb. Cloudbreaker entered first and got hit by an arrow. I foolishly ran in beside him and triggered the second arrow. I’m certain I heard Grendel and Bal Vyr chuckle at our misfortune.
Bal Vyr scoured the entry for any further traps. Once satisfied that it was trap free, Cloudbreaker once more lead the way down a set of stairs. I kept close to him and pulled out my rust bag of tricks... or so I hoped. If I was lucky, a bear would be summoned if I needed extra help.
When we reached the bottom, Bal Vyr and Grendel close behind me, a pair of red eyes pierced the darkness. For a moment I thought it was Lash and almost called out, but as I looked closer, there was something different about them.
“Who might you be?” Cloudbreaker asked.
“None shall pass!” The creature hissed. A chill ran through my bones and I reached into my bag to pull a fluff ball out. I felt a light breeze and watched as the red eyes swam toward me.
I tried to stumble backwards, surprised by the quickness of the creature. I then felt it strike me in the stomach. I keeled over as the pain racked my body. I threw the fluff ball and heard the creature take shape. It had to have been small for I couldn’t feel anything as I searched the air blindly. I instructed the animal to attack while side stepping and swinging my halberd at the red eyes.
Stars then danced in my field of vision as something hit me from behind. Another hard attack and somehow I managed to keep on my feet. I slowly turned around to see a very faint silhouette of some being. As I tried to search the features of the person’s face, it became clear that the others were gone. Grendel, Bal Vyr, and most upsettingly, Cloudbreaker; they weren’t there.
With the new creature blocking my exit, and the red eyed being behind me, my only chance was to jump up and over the new creature and run back up the dimly lit stairs. With a great leap, I stretched my wings and brought my legs up and over the being. However it's large hands grabbed my feet and threw me back into the darkness.


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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Part 1: The Fight


Bal Vyr showed up about thirty minutes before midnight. He walked on over to us in the midst of our storytelling and told Cloudbreaker it was time to go. Quickly we both got up to which Bal Vyr took one look at me and said, “Uh, you’re coming?”
“Yep. I’d like to see the fight,” I responded. Cloudbreaker and I had agreed to stay together and I wasn’t about to let that waiver for a moment, even though I trusted Bal Vyr more than Grendel.
The disguised Drow made a face suggesting he was baffled or concerned. “Ărajă, I assure you that the place we’re going isn’t exactly... ‘good’,” Bal Vyr attempted to dissuade me.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. I’m just there to keep an eye on Cloudbreaker. I won’t make a fuss about whatever else is happening,” I replied. Bal Vyr shook his head but dropped it and lead the way.
The fight was located around the docks. We walked into a tavern, or rather a shadier version of a tavern, to which I kept close to Cloudbreaker. Bal Vyr went off to talk to someone whom I assumed was in charge of the fight. As Bal Vyr gestured toward Cloudbreaker, a man approached me.
“Why hello ma’am. Might I interest you in any services tonight?” the smooth talker asked, holding a hand out toward me.
My mouth hung open slightly. I’m not sure if it was out of shock of being solicited in such a way, flattery that I was being solicited, or the fact that his teeth were brilliantly white! Something about them was dazzling, but the smile that coupled it made me uncomfortable.
“No thanks,” I quickly clipped out.
“I’m sure we have a variety of those who’d be quite interested in fulfilling a winged woman’s needs,” he persisted with his hungry smile. With eyes hooded and lips pursed, I stepped closer to Cloudbreaker, not caring if I was invading his personal space.
“I’m not interested,” I stated firmly once more, holding my chin high.
“Is this man bothering you Blackwing?” Cloudbreaker asked. My stoic look broke as I heard my new name. Don’t know why considering he had called me by it all evening in the Inn. Yet a smile appeared on my face as I looked at Cloudbreaker.
“No, I’m fine,” I responded while shaking my head.
“Might I interest you sir?” the dazzling toothed man ventured.
“Ha!” Cloudbreaker let out, “I haven’t seen a Goliath in years, let alone a she Goliath. I doubt you’d have one in your company,” Cloudbreaker retorted. Something in my gut twisted when he said that...I doubt explaining it here would help. I should know better anyways. Whatever this feeling that’s coming over me with Cloudbreaker... I hate it. I hate that I’ve allowed myself to like him. But alas, there are more interesting things for me to report than the woe of whatever I feel towards the Goliath.
The man eventually walked off seeing that he wasn’t peeking our interest. As he walked away, I gave Cloudbreaker his space back.
Soon Bal Vyr came over and instructed us to follow him to the pit. Cloudbreaker handed his sword and gear to Bal Vyr to hold. We then walked through a series of doors and through dimly lit hallways. Eventually Cloudbreaker had to go down a hall with the man running the fight. I followed after Bal Vyr into an open room. We walked along panels that held us high above the pit below. Cloudbreaker was already down there and people were loudly chatting amongst themselves.
We pushed our way through the crowd to stand at the railing. The Goliath spotted us and gave a smile. He definitely looked confident, though I couldn’t help but worry what he’d be up against.
Bal Vyr and I placed bets; I putting 2 platinum on Cloudbreaker. Soon the game master called everyone’s attention, stating that ‘Cloudracker’ was the challenger for the evening. The Goliath, in his usual blunt and forceful self reminded the game master it was Cloudbreaker. The man didn’t seem to care much. He continued on and before I knew it, the gates leading into the pit opened up and out walked two wolves. One was small, while the other one was much larger.
At first I thought it was a regular wolf and a dire wolf teamed together. Both wore identical collars and stalked toward Cloudbreaker. I figured it’d be an easy fight for the Goliath. However, those wolves had to have been familiar with the pit for they fought strategically. They would leap at Cloudbreaker, bite him, then jump away before the Goliath could grab any of them. They weren’t even phased by Cloudbreaker’s dominate posture and the cry he sent at them.
The wolves continued their pattern of jumping and biting to the point where I was beginning to worry. Even Bal Vyr gripped the railings a bit too tightly as we watched our friend slowly weaken.
The game master then asked the crowd if anyone wanted to give ‘Clouder’ a hand. Bal Vyr quickly jumped on that and handed the game master Cloudbreaker’s sword. He even paid 20 gold for the sword to be given to him! However the game master had some kind of agenda he was upholding and didn’t give Cloudbreaker his sword right away. Bal Vyr was quite pissed.
While that exchange was taking place, Cloudbreaker managed to grab the small wolf and crushed it in one of his mighty hugs. He then let it fall limp to the ground. The dire wolf did not like that and charged Cloudbreaker. The Goliath managed to catch the wolf in it’s fury and with a greater effort was able to render the wolf like her pup.
I took in a few quick breaths as I realized I hadn’t been breathing. I let a cheer escape me, but caught myself as the wolves crippled forms inflated and became alive again. I hate that I didn’t think to check the magics in the room when that happened. I was so focused on Cloudbreaker, thinking he wouldn’t survive another 5 minutes with those creatures.
At least when that happened, Cloudbreaker’s sword was finally thrown into the ring. Cloudbreaker made a run for it, going into a rage and becoming bigger. The wolves relentlessly pursued, biting at his legs. Once he had his sword in hand, Cloudbreaker made quick work of the wolves, stabbing each and cutting their heads off. It was gruesome, but the decapitations prevented the wolves from springing back to life that time.
In a roar of victory, Cloudbreaker lifted the dire wolf's head above him in triumph. The crowd cheered, my voice joining in with them. Bal Vyr smiled wildly, thrilled that our comrade was victorious.
“I knew he could do it,” he said matter-of-factly.
The announcer even got his name right when he announced Cloudbreaker as the victor. Bal Vyr and I went and collected our winnings before reuniting with the Goliath. He still had the wolf’s head. We said our farewells to Bal Vyr, noting we’d meet up around noon at the bridge that lead to the graveyard.
I wished I had my healing belt. I hate being helpless. I managed to help Cloudbreaker back to Larland’s Chalice Inn. I propped him against a wall in our room.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked.
“Get me my healing belt and some firewater!” Cloudbreaker grunted. I quickly handed him his magic belt before fetching some alcohol to clean his wounds with. I watched as the rags became crimson with Cloudbreaker’s blood.
“Entertaining, no?” he asked. I looked at him dumbfounded for a moment. For a brief second I thought he meant me watching him clean his wounds was entertaining. The majority of the bite wounds had healed up due to the magic of his belt.
“Huh?” I said at first before realizing he was referring to the fight he had just won, “Oh, yes. Very entertaining,” I lied, “I’m also glad you’re alright. I got worried there for a moment,” I confessed.
I then laid on my back as he began to fiddle with his wolf head. I stared at the ceiling for some time. Part of me didn’t want to fall asleep. As wonderful as yesterday had been, that nightmare still lingered in the back of my mind. Would the mark make me sick again and have me hallucinate once more? Was I beginning to become something else? It was those kind of thoughts that kept me awake for an undetermined amount of time.

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