|What a glorious sight, praise be to Asmodeus!|
Thorn proclaimed, “The Nessian Knot is forged.” As he put down the dagger.
“Just in time,” Cardinal Thorn remarks. “My ship has arrived. On the river dock behind the manor under cover of darkness, a square-sailed long ship sails into the slip. It sits heavily in the water, laden with a substantial cargo."
We smiled at one another. Ready to be rid of this place and serve our master with our new found talents, traits, and powers.
“Welcome, my children,” he said in a deep resonant voice that had an almost inhuman quality to it. “Training is at an end. You have proven yourself worthy. Now, it is time for you to use that training and take on your first mission."
|Our transportation awaits?|
“Your mission is war, my children. You will bring war to Talingarde."
“You have two objectives. First, you will see a shipment of munitions delivered to a bugbear chieftain named Sakkarot Fire-Axe. He makes his camp on the northern coast of Lake Tarik beyond the Watch Wall. With this shipment, the Fire-Axe will have resources enough to unite the barbarous humanoid tribes of the north and light the fire of war."
We nodded and continued loading our bags.
|Thorn addresses us.|
Maldrake scoffs at the thought of working with a dwarf.
“Once the cargo is safely delivered, he will take you just sout
h across the lake under cover of darkness and land you near the town of Aldencross. There our contract with Captain Odenkirk will be concluded."
Stixx straps a couple torches to his back. Kallista admires her new blackblade.
“It is shame how greedy he has proven. I had hoped to let the captain serve me again but it seems he is too much of a liability. Kill him. Kill his crew. Burn his ship and leave no survivors. It is crucial that no one suspects our involvement and that loose ends are taken care of. Be sure to reclaim the coin I gave him. Best not to be wasteful.
We chuckled to one another. Maldrake gleamed.
Stixx did a cartwheel in excitment. Urgoen shifted. Grimalkin and Strumm looked about.
“Once the shaggy monstrosities pierce the Watch Wall, the bugbears will pillage and lay waste to the townships of the north and the local garrisons will have no choice but to meet the Fire-Axe in the open field. Sakkarot is the most brilliant, gifted and murderous bugbear of his generation. I expect these battles will go poorly for the knights and yeoman of fair Talingarde.
Stryder quietly prepared his quivers.
|To my bounded!|
|Maldrake enjoys a break.|
Grumblejack scratched himself and munched some more.
“The mission you start upon today is a holy mission. The people of Talingarde think they have seen the last of the mighty Asmodeus. Soon enough we will remind them that there is no escaping the grasp of Hell. Let us toast our success.” He pours one glass of deep red wine for each of the PCs and then finally pours one for himself. He raises the glass and offers a toast."