Forgotten Realms - The Northlands and Beyond

Chapter 2 Trouble in Conyberry

At dusk on Hammer 12th, the party found themselves back in Conyberry, this time with the rogue elf in tow to answer for his heinous crimes against the villagers. The young woman whom had been the elf’s prisoner, was given a room in the inn to recover.

Davrun, Rabe, and Bazhur stood by with the elf in the stables while the townspeople prepared a gallows to hang the murderer. Xilus attempted to organize a patrol of villagers to keep watch on the village in case the elf was not working alone. Tymel and Stanley assisted the villagers with the gallows after aiding in healing the young woman. Xilus sent one of the villagers, a young boy named Wyl, to keep watch on the young woman and to alert him if anything strange occurred.

Flute took it upon himself to go watch over the young girl as well. Upon arrival he found Wyl in the room and sent him with a message to pass on to his father. After some time, Bazhur walked into the room, and attempted to coax Flute to leave him alone with the girl. After Flute refused, Bazhur attacked the young girl in the bed, wounding her, and then turned on Flute. Flute tried to escape, but was attacked by Bazhur and mortally wounded. In fact, this was a doppleganger and not Bazhur at all. The doppleganger, who had actually been in the form of Dalos Ironwinter the entire time he had been with the party, then presumed to take the form of Flute, and tossed the real Flute’s body in a wardrobe closet in the room. The doppleganger then threw a chair out of the window along with a knife.

The party members, aside from Davrun who remained to watch over the elf, heard the sound of a window breaking and rushed to the inn to investigate. Upon entering the room, they found the girl in the bed, wounded by a blade to her side and unconscious, and the doppleganger now in the form of Flute. The doppleganger tells them that a man in black entered the room, stabbed the girl, and lept through the window and escaped. Bazhur, now outside of the inn, investigated the area but could find no tracks leading away from the building. He only found the chair and a bloody knife on the ground after which he came back to the front of the inn.

Xilus moved to the wardrobe closet, and the doppleganger attempted to stop him. Xilus pushed the doppleganger out of the way, and opened the closet to see the real Flute unconscious and mortally wounded. He immediately turned on the false Flute, who changed into his natural form as the doppleganger and lept from the window. Xilus fired a few shots from his bow, but missed. He lept out of the window and gave chase to the creature, who was slightly wounded from the fall from the window. Xilus managed to run down the creature, and kill him.

After doing so, Xilus returned to the village and asked the elder to account for everyone in the village to determine how the doppleganger infiltrated the area. After searching, the party realized that Dalos Ironwinter was missing and everyone else was accounted for.

Rabe was able to question the elf and found out that Dalos Ironwinter was a doppleganger. He revealed that the Arcane Brotherhood had hired this doppleganger to infiltrate the Neverwinter Nine in Neverwinter and procure a map of the city. Somehow, the doppleganger managed to do this by murdering and taking the form of Balar, one of the Nine. As Balar, the doppleganger approached the real Dalos Ironwinter in Neverwinter, and had him create a map of the city telling him it was for the Lord’s Alliance and was commisioned by Lord Nasher himself. Dalos agreed and created the map. He then met in secret in the harbor area with the doppleganger, who took the map, murdered the real Dalos, dumped his body in a sewer, and took his form. The doppleganger, now posing as Dalos, took the map along with a cart with some wares under the guise of a merchant’s caravan down the High Road south to Waterdeep.

The plan was, the doppleganger was supposed to meet the elf in a supposed ambush along the High Road. The elf was then to take the map, and give the doppleganger his payment. The Arcane Brotherhood, who had also hired the elf and was funding his activities, had other plans. They instructed the elf to kill the doppleganger after acquiring the map. It was along this time that the party discovered the orc camp and the elf’s prisoners in the Neverwinter Wood. They freed the doppleganger, who had retained his appearance as Dalos Ironwinter, along with the other prisoners. They managed to retrieve the map from the Orc Chief’s tent. In truth, the doppleganger knew the elf and the Arcane Brotherhood had double crossed him, and was biding his time looking for a way to escape the situation (preferably with the map himself as a bargaining chip for his life.)

The elf then proceeded to tell Rabe that the young girl was none other than Teylana Ironwinter, the daughter of the real Dalos Ironwinter, who had left on her own caravan not 3 days before the doppleganger. The elf raided her caravan, and once discovering her identity, decided to keep her hostage thinking she might be valuable to his Arcane Brotherhood contacts, and elven archmage named Televar Qlesseth from Luskan, whom he was to meet on Hammer 14th in the village of Longsaddle to deliver the map.

As the night went on, Bazhur took over watch of the elf for Davrun in the stables. During his watch, while Rabe was questioning the elf, Rabe shouted and held his arm, yelling in pain. As Bazhur turned, he saw 3 horses stampeding in front of him and ducked out of the way. Bazhur then noticed the elf was missing in the stables. Rabe ran to the inn, and Bazhur, noticing tracks leading to the back of the stable behind a hay bail, closed the stable doors and barred them shut. He then openly challenged the elf, whom he knew to be hiding in the stables with the tracks he saw. The elf stepped out and Bazhur tossed him his sword.

Rather than engage Bazhur, the elf instead attempted to jump over him and escape. Bazhur was able to land a critical hit to the elf, bringing him down. The elf, now lying in his own pool of blood, was dead. The others hearing the scuffle came running to find Bazhur wiping the blood from his hand axe, the dead elf lying on his face in the stables.

Tymel and Stanley managed to dress Flute’s wounds and bring him back to consciousness. The party agreed to return to Neverwinter on Hammer 14th giving Teylana and Flute time to heal from their wounds in effort to travel. The elder agreed to send two villagers to request assistance from Neverwinter, which Tymel promised would aid in rebuilding the town hall that was burned down, and provide them food and supplies for the winter, which were also lost in the fire.


For Bazhur Khan; nomad, hunter, exile and outlander; the name ‘Neverwinter’ had a ring of irony to it. After all, in the cold desolation of the northlands, when was it ever anything but winter? But a mere thousand yards from the city walls, the snow-covered ground gave way to brown and blackened grass, dry rooftops and still-growing wildflowers. A miracle… the Calishite mused. One of many recently.

Another miracle he recently experienced was the near-disappearance of the elf in the stables. The quiet and calm of the village giving way to the rush of frightened horses, and the shouts of the party’s newest companion.

A wound upon his shoulder… feet that never so much as scraped the earth within the stables; neither those belonging to the human or the elf. Tracks led from one moment of calm to the next. There was no fight; there was no struggle. The pattern of blood on the ground was not such that the cut could have been made in anger.

Bazhur had been tracking men since the age of seven, when his grandfather took him along to find a pair of horse-thieves. They had stolen a fine young mare from the Emir’s stables, and Ummrah Khan was ordered to retrieve her. Young Bazhur watched as the old man put horse-dung to his tongue, pronouncing the age of it to the hour. He sat and marvelled as his grandfather’s eyes – creased and milky with age – deciphered the puzzle of criscrossing tracks as the thieves took to the roads. He watched in awe as his grandfather explained the meaning of a track’s depth; its breadth; the reasons the earth was thrown this way or that. The proof of a morning or evening passage in the dew behind a track’s leading edge, and the health of a man by the angle and spacing of his steps.

The meaning behind the stranger’s actions in the stables was clear to the Calishite, but that knowledge did not improve his mood. The promise of warm food and a soft bed did little to stir Bazhur’s thoughts from the dark places within his head. The day was nearly over, and night was certain to cast his thoughts in an even darker gloom…

Chapter 2 Into the Cave

On the early morning of Hammer 12th, Tymel, Xilus, Davrun, and Rabe went into the Neverwinter Wood where they found the small cave described by the boy in Conyberry tucked away near a stream in a draw in the forest. There was a smoldering fire by the entrance to the cave with a spit hanging over it indicating the elf had recently cooked and likely eaten in the early morning. There was one set of humanoid tracks leading into the cave.

The plan was for Xilus to enter the cave, and scout it out, being the only one in the group able to see in darkness. The others would then light a fire at the mouth of the cave using pitch to smoke the elf out where they would apprehend him.

Xilus entered the cave and walked down a long and narrow corridor. He came to a locked door to his right. The elf, or someone else, had reinforced the cave and added a door in the entrance to the side alcove. The door was locked, and Xilus moved on down the hallway. At the end of the hall, he found another door, this one unlocked. He slowly cracked it open and walked in the room, releasing a crossbow bolt trap. The bolt missed him and sailed against the wall. Xilus entered the room, which was stocked with barrels and crates all bearing marks from Neverwinter merchants. To his right, was a small hallway leading to another room. As he approached the hall, he could see into the other room, a figure knocked over a table and ducked out of sight.

Rather than signal back to the others, as was the plan, he instead entered the hallway hoping to catch the elf himself. In doing so, he fell into a disguised pit trap in the hallway. The others heard the crash of Xilus falling into the pit from their spot at the mouth of the cave. Tymel lit a torch, and ran in to help, with Davrun and Rabe behind. The elf leaped over the pit and entered into the room with the barrels and crates. He hid behind a barrel waiting for the others to come from the hall. Once they entered the room, Rabe spotted him behind the barrel and he tried to tumble out of the room. Tymel was able to cast a hold person spell on him and freeze him. The others bound him and Xilus climbed out of the pit.

As they subdued the elf, they heard the faint cries of a female in the other room. Tymel jumped over the pit and went into the room. He saw another door in the back of the room, and looking in, he saw a young female in a small alcove behind the door. She was malnourished and beaten, on the verge of death. Tymel took her into his arms, and seeing her in the shape, knew he had to get her back to the village fast.

Xilus suggested Tymel and Davrun take the girl back to the village immediately, while Rabe searched the rest of the cave for the map of Neverwinter, which the elf had stolen from Dalos Ironwinter. Tymel and Davrun reluctantly agreed to take the girl back, although they feared the elf might not be alive when they returned.

Indeed, Xilus had suggested they return to Conyberry with the girl in an effort to get himself alone with the elf. Once the paladin and cleric left, he proceeded to severely beat the elf in a flash of anger over the devastation he’d caused to his home village.

After the beating, Xilus composed himself and changed his mind about killing the murderer. Instead, he wanted all the villagers to see the elf hanged for his crimes. The elf would not reveal much, but he accused Xilus of having blood on his hands because the party would not drop their pursuit of him even though, as he said, his business was never with them at all.

While Xilus questioned the elf, Rabe searched the cave finding two chests full of coin in the room the elf had been occupying. He got the keys and proceeded down to the first locked door down the hallway. He opened the door revealing another small room, which was the elf’s living quarters. There was a cot, table, and a chest. Rabe was able to determine that the chest was trapped with a mechanical device.

Xilus and Rabe placed the elf on his knees in front of the chest, and threatened to open it, exposing him to the trap within, if he didn’t tell them how to disarm it. He told them how to disarm the chest, and they opened it revealing a small cylindrical container used for carrying documents and maps, which they did not open.

Meanwhile, Tymel and Davrun returned to Conyberry where they took the girl to the inn. In her half conscious state, she saw Dalos and muttered the word “father…” The village priest took her to a room in the inn, and proceeded to administer aid. Tymel and Davrun prepared a cart and horse in order to load up the stolen goods from the cave to return them to their owners in Neverwinter. Tymel spoke with the elder and had him begin preparing a gallows to hang the elf. They departed back to the cave, with Bazhur accompanying them.

They pulled the cart along the trail until they found the spot in the road beside the wood. Bazhur remained behind with the cart while Tymel and Davrun returned to the cave. They arrived, and loaded up the chests of coin, and the merchant wares and headed back to Conyberry with the elf in tow as a prisoner. Tymel was shocked that Xilus had not killed the elf.

They returned to the village at dusk and pulled the cart into the stables. They also kept the elf bound in the stables and Davrun kept watch on the prisoner.

The Promise

Bazhur Khan enters the stables, the tracks outside leading him to the understanding that things were not as they appeared. Whether by treachery or confusion, the stranger that had been left in the stables with the elf had been wounded, rushing outside and announcing the elf’s escape from captivity.

Bahzur walks over to where the elf had been standing with Rabe a moment before; looking around on the ground nearby he sees no obvious signs of a struggle. Instead he sees the horse tracks leading out of the two stalls and out of the stable entrance. He also sees Rabe’s tracks leading outside of the entrance, and another set of tracks, which appear to lead near the back of the stables among the stacks of hay.

Bazhur smiles to himself, closing the gates to the stables and drawing his blade and axe.

“Did you know, elf, that in my land even the condemned are shown hospitality? The flesh may commit sins, yes, sadiiq. But the soul will one day return to the world; perhaps even into the body of a loved one, ally, or friend. Because of this, one must show generosity, even to one’s enemies. It is why I gave you water, even though my blades were ever more thirsty for your blood.”

He stands near the center of the stables.

“You have but to slay me to gain your freedom. I will not call out for the others, elf. If you slay me, you may easily don my cloak and escape unseen from this town. These men will not be able to track you without my aid. Slay your last human this day, and know freedom once more.”

After closing the doors and issuing his challenge, he hears nothing for a long moment. The stable is only dimly illuminated by the lanterns hanging on posts on eitheer side of the building. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, he finally sees the elf step from behind the hay stacks in the back and come forward a few steps. He stands in front of the Calishite holding only a dagger.

“Would you at least alllow your opponent his sword or would you claim an honorable combat by defeating one only armed with a dull edged dagger?

The elf’s sword had been taken from him, and it was stowed in the cart in the corner of the stables. The hilt of the sheathed blade stood out from the wares, gleaming in the dim light of the dust-filled stables.

Bazhur nods towards the elf, taking the blade by the hilt, locking his scimitar under it and giving it a toss towards him.

“May I know the place where you wish to be buried, elf? Perhaps a brother or a wife who will wish to claim you after our business. I give my word that it shall be done.”

Bazhur enters a defensive stance, bowing to the elf as he approaches his blade.

The elf calmly walks up and retrieves his longsword, unsheathing it and tossing the scabbard and his dagger aside. He grabs the sword and takes step towards the southerner.

“You cannot hope to win this, human. Allow me to leave and your life will be spared. This is your last chance.”

Bazhur simply stands his ground, allowing his eyes to stand as proof of his intentions.

The elf lunges forward, his blade held high; his feet quickly covering the distance between himself and his Calishite foe – much more quickly than the human had expected.

Bazhur’s axe and blade rose to meet the attack, slicing through the air just beneath the elf’s own blade. The axe met home, cutting deeply into the elf’s shoulder, just below the collar bone. Flesh and bone gave way to steel, although the elf’s momentum still carried him towards the door – and towards freedom.

Bazhur Khan invoked the spirits of fury, pivoting on his heel and following through with his scimitar. The curved blade of fine southern steel found its mark on the elf’s side, slicing across the bottom of his ribs, and turning the elf’s arching leap sidelong. As Bazhur completed his maneuver, he brought the butt of his axe around for a blow to the back of the elf’s head, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Bazhur quickly rushes over to the elf, disarming him with his boot, and kneels over him. He places his blade to the elf’s throat, preparing to give him a merciful death, for fear he will suffer.

“Tell me of your kin, sadiiq. I would grant you the honor of returning to your home. Give me a place, and I will see it done. And may we meet as friends in the next life.”

Bazhur’s eyes convey sincerity and reassurance.

The elf looks up, the light fading from his eyes.


His body goes limp.

Bazhur makes a sign to the gods of wind, sand and fire.

“Rest now, sadiiq. The gods put us in one another’s path in this life. Perhaps it will be different in the next.”

After ensuring the elf is dead, Bazhur turns and goes to open the doors to the stables. Once they’re open, he returns to the elf, and places him in a more respectful pose, returning his blade to his hand. Bazhur then takes a horse blanket from one of the stalls and places it over him.

After saying a prayer for him, he washes himself of the elf’s blood, and cleans his weapons outside the stables on a stool, waiting for the others.

It was done…

The Secret Plan Ruined with a Fall

Xilus stood vigil near the elf. Dried blood covered his face and one eye was partial shut from swelling. Xilus had kicked the elf until his foot was numb. Your lucky elf,Xilus thought, I was coming for you. Xilus shook his foot and adjusted his boot. The plan seemed straight forward enough; confirm the elf was inside the cave and then build a fire near the entrance to smoke him out. Xilus agreed to this plan…it would allow him to enter the cave alone. Even as Davrun and Tymel prepared the supplies that morning Xilus knew his friends were wasting their time. Xilus had made up his mind. He would enter the cave and find the elf and kill him. But Xilus was finally coming to realized that plans dont always work out. A simple pit trap had ruined everything. I should have brought a pole… Xilus lamented. Tymel and Davrun apprehend the elf while Xilus struggled to climb out of the hole. He had hoped the elf could put up some kind of struggle, but it was not to be. Xilus arrived to find the elf under the restraints of a spell. At that very moment it was over. As angry as he was at the events of the past weeks he still could not muster the courage to kill in cold blood. Now the elf would be returned to Conyberry and made to stand trial for what he had done.

Xilus spat upon the ground. Unless Xilus mused Unless he tried to flee… Xilus looked over at the elf again and smiled…

A Heart of Darkness

The forest was silent save for the occasional cracking of branch and bramble underfoot. Tymel and Davrun made their way through the forest back towards the road leading to Conyberry. The girl in Tymel’s arms was barely alive, her breaths getting more shallow by the minute. He paused and knelt down, removing his wineskin once more. In her half conscious state she took in the water as it passed against her dry lips. Underneath the dirt and sweat, he could see this was a beautiful young woman.

Why had he kept her alive so long? Tymel thought. He brushed the matted hair out of her face, attempting to comfort her, but he knew she could not tell the difference.

Tymel stared over at the young paladin at his side. Davrun, in his naivety, had agreed to follow him back to the village, leaving Xilus and the young Rabe Branty with the renegade elf in his lair; the same elf responsible for butchering one of Xilus’ friends and tormenting the citizens of his home village.

Tymel hoisted the young woman back into his arms, and the three of them pressed forward. He knew the consequences of leaving Xilus alone with the elf. He knew Xilus’ rage would drive him and his thirst for revenge would result in the elf’s swift death in the cave.

Tymel stared up through the forest canopy into the light piercing through the gray skies above. Lord Tyr, he prayed to himself. Forgive me for not having the strength to exercise your will. Forgive me for allowing my companion to give in to his thirst for revenge instead of serving justice in your name.

He looked back down at the girl, her head bobbing back and forth in his arms like that of a stuffed doll. How can I serve the lord of justice and not carry out his wishes myself? My duty is to ensure justice is served, even if that means killing a member of the friendly races, he thought to himself. Xilus will have the strength to do it. He will have the strength to do what I cannot. But at what cost?

He looked over to his young friend, Davrun. This young man would seek my counsel and I would lead him astray knowing full well Xilus would allow his anger to consume him. I am not fit to wear the cloth.

A tear formed in his eye. He could see it now. The road was near. This would all be over soon, for better or worse. One way or another, he thought.

Chapter 2: Fires Rage

Dates: Hammer 11th-12th, 1368

On dusk of Hammer 11th, the party came upon the village of Conyberry, in their pursuit of the elf. The village was eerily quiet and all the homes were dark. Nothing stirred within. Xilus moved forward cautiously surveying the area before finally stopping about 50 yards outside of the village. To his horror, he saw a pole stuck in the ground with a man’s head attached to the top along with another note, which sounded hauntingly familiar; “Leave now or I will kill them all. -e.v.”

Xilus recognized the face of the man as that of Issec, a farmer in his village. A sudden rage filled within Xilus’ heart at this sight. Within moments, a pack of wolves from within the village attacked the party. The group disposed of the wolves and carefully proceeded towards the village. Flute, who had moved ahead to scout out the area during the battle with the wolves, revealed a small platform attached to the house of Issec. Xilus relayed that these platforms were attached as a means of keeping watch over the village. Citizens would stand watch in this platforms when it was their turn to stand guard for the village at night. Flute points out that in the stand, there was a decoy designed much like a scarecrow to appear as a man on watch.

After some deliberating, the party approached Issec’s house and entered. After searching the home, Flute and Xilus found the farmer’s headless corpse in his room. Xilus and Flute informed the party of what they saw and Bazhur helped develop a plan. Guessing that the elf had taken any remaining people alive, and put them in one spot, likely the town hall, the group split up and made their way towards the center of town.

While approaching the town hall from the front and the left flank, an arrow whisked past Davrun’s feet and landed harmlessly on the ground. Seeing a small, cloaked humanoid figure with a bow adjacent to one of the homes, the party took off in pursuit. The figure ran around the back of the building and came into sight of Bazhur and Xilus, who were flanking. Bazhur released a shot into the ground towards the running figure. The figure stopped and threw down his bow. Tymel used a hold person spell to hold the figure in place and the party moved up to identify him. Standing in front of the town hall, they uncloaked the figure to reveal a human boy of about 13 years named Wil Tybel. The boy reveals that the elf has the entire village held hostage in the store room of the town hall. He says the elf forced him to shoot at the party threatening to kill the boy’s father if he didn’t comply.

As the party discovered the identify of the archer, they noticed a billowing cloud of smoke from the town hall and within moments the place was engulfed in flame. Bazhur and Davrun busted down the door. Smoke poured from the entrance choking them. Flames had engulfed the interior of the town hall. Beams were falling and the structure was collapsing. Stanley and Davrun ran into the building and grabbed the beams to make a path to the store room door. Bazhur unlocked the store room door and the villagers ran out screaming in horror.

Davrun and Stanley were injured from the flames, but managed to save the people’s lives. As the rescue was happening, Flute saw a figure running away from the fire at a high speed. He gave chase, but stopped when the figure entered the woods outside of the village.

Moments later a young human rode in on a weakened horse from the south. He helped the party get the villagers to the temple where they would hold up for the night. He revealed himself to be Rabe Branty, a young warrior from the village of Triboar. Seeing the smoke from a distance he rode his horse into the village to see if he could aid. He and the party helped the villagers into the temple, where they held down for the night.

During the night, the village elder revealed the village’s entire winter provisions were in that store room which was now burning to the ground. He bid the party help him, and they promised they would assist. Having verified that the criminal was indeed the elf they were pursuing, they began formulating a plan to locate him and bring him to justice.

During the meeting the boy, Wil Tybel, revealed to the party that he had, in fact, seen the elf for the past week at various times entering and exiting a cave while playing in the forest. The elf had apparently not seen the boy. Finally, the party had a lead on the murderer. Xilus revealed that he knew the cave in question as he’d played there quite often as a child. He, Davrun, Flute, Tymel, and Rabe all agreed to leave for the cave at first light. Bazhur and Stanley would stay back to defend the village in case the elf returned, and also to watch over Dalos.

During the night, Dalos approached Flute requesting his assistance in escaping the party. Fearing punishment from Lord Nasher for creating and then losing the map, he wanted Flute to help him get a horse and escape to Triboar that night. Flute refused and grew suspicious of the merchant. Later in the evening, he attempted to cast a sleep spell on Dalos, which failed for reasons unknown. Flute was going to put him to sleep and search him as he slept.

Flute revealed the fact that the sleep spell did not work on Dalos to the party and Tymel, upon hearing the news, grew angry because Flute tried to violate the man’s rights by searching him unlawfully and unwillingly. Flute, and other members of the party, remained suspicious of the merchant and agreed they must keep a close watch on him.

At first light, Davrun, Tymel, Rabe, Xilus, and Flute all gathered supplies at the general store and left heading north to find the cave. Flute doubled back after informing the party of his intent, and made his way back to the village to watch Dalos from afar.

Davrun, Tymel, Rabe, and Xilus continued their pursuit into the deep forest until they came upon the cave.

The Lament of Conyberry

In the deepest woods and hollow holes;
Where darkness cries and shadows woe;
He lurks and peers with a watchful eye;
And waits to make a blood red sky

-Anonymous Conyberry villager

Return to Home

Xilus knew it would be there, even as the door was opened. The grim look upon Flute’s face all but confirmed it. But Xilus had to look. And there upon a bed, tossed like a bag of trash was an old acquaintance…or what remained of him.

Xilus had returned from travels far away to find his father missing. Months of searching had lead him to Neverwinter before the trail ran cold. Now he stood back in his old village and couldnt figure how it all happened. This was not the way it was suppose to happen. How could such slaughter find a small village? How could one deranged elf cause all of this terror?

Xilus made his way outside and looked around. The snow was lightly fallen, the sun was disappearing, the world was silent. ‘Where do we go now?’ Xilus thought. Xilus knew where to go. The town hall was a haven for the small village. If there was any warning to the onslaught that occurred here, the villagers would be there…in the exact place Xilus didnt want to go…

Light Begins to Fade

Light flurries of snow fall and stick in patches along the frozen ground. In the west, the sun dips below the horizon, leaving behind the graying twilight of dusk. Night is fast approaching. As every moment of light fades from the sky, the window of opportunity for capturing the renegade elf grows smaller.

We are at his mercy, Tymel Greyhammer observes to himself. Like a lion stalking its prey, he is leading us along. The hour of our meeting will be of his own choosing.

The visage of death has stalked the homes of the small village of Conyberry. Riding on the tip of an elven blade, it has come to carry these souls to the planes beyond. The elf knows the only thing that stands between he and freedom are the lives of these poor villagers. By his blade he would butcher every one of them indiscriminately, but knowing the one weakness his pursuers possess is their inability to watch innocents suffer, he will use them as a shield for his own purposes.

Tymel closes his eyes and whispers, “Mighty Tyr, great lord of justice, I come to you in this hour to ask that you empower us. Strengthen our minds so we may see our enemies’ move. Bless our blades and let them find their mark. Let us bring justice for those who have fallen at the hands of this murderer.”

The flurries of snow continue their slow drift from the sky. The light continues to fade and the sands of the hourglass trickle away with it. Time is running out.


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