This is the good life. The master is set up in Falcon Hollow’s finest room, surrounded by roasted duck and suckling pig. He was even given his very own cask to pour freely from. All at no cost for running off the kobold horde. Things aren’t so bad for me either. The master will never know that a cooked chicken or two didn’t make it to his room and even better I got to inspect the wenches for plague before allowing them in the masters’ bed. As a devoted servant I was…very thorough.
A full week of this was completely arranged while the master convalesced, and I crafted Darkroot’s limb into a new axe handle. At least it was before that holly siren knocked on our door. The whole lot of the those trouble makers filed into the room. The master in his drunken stupor thought they arrived to pay tribute for his heroic deeds against the kobolds. This was further cemented by the gift of a rare healing potion from Mr. Rowe, which healed his wounds completely. Then the siren Kara kissed the master in a way that would make an Argonite whore blush. I knew the guise of a Templar was false all along. Fearing wraith of the master the Mage bestowed a magical stone to Brond, which pleased him. Convinced that their request to see the Mistress of the Woods was for tribute, Brond immediately got ready to travel. By that of course I mean I dressed the master, packed our traveling gear, sought out fresh rations and poured the remainder of the cask into a pony keg, which I carried.
Shortly before dusk on our first day of travel we heard sobs from a young child. That always-moving elf darted into the woods and returned with a young girl no more then ten winters. She heralded a tale of abduction by the kobolds and of her escape. She spoke about a sacrifice of her fellow peers to occur in a few days time. The company decided to continue on to the Mistress and upon their return deal wtih the kobolds. Already past the point of no return the child would stay with us until returning to town. I had never seen the master around children, to my surprise he was quite gentile with the poor thing, but I’ll be damned if she’ll eat before me tonight.
After falling asleep to the old ghost stories Mr. Rowe was telling it shouldn’t have been a surprise I awoke to a nightmare. Three six-feet tall wolves leaped at us. The elf awake and already standing kept one at bay with his arrows, but not the other two. One attacked Kara and a second landed between Mr. Rowe, who was shielding the child, and the Elf.
Next the master rolled to his feet axe at the ready and struck the wolf biting at Kara. With a mighty blow sending it flying into a large rock. Taking advantage of the prone and confused creature Aranwe fired three quick arrows into it, finally stopping it. Then Mr. Rowe yelp out. I looked over and the young girl turned into a werewolf and howled causing the two remaining wolves to frenzy. They focused their undivided attention on the Elf. Meanwhile the Mage cast a spell at the one of the furry creatures. That got the attention of the werewolf who was barely held at bay by the mages’ staff. Brond went to the aide of the Mage, but even after a mighty swing her wounds began to heal.
With a loud thump my attention was brought back to the two dire wolves, one of which just pounced on Aranwe taking him to the ground. Kara and Mr. Rowe did all the could for him, but they were unrelenting. The master landed a powerful swing sending the werewolf flying, she began to frenzy and bit into the master’s shoulder, which turned him enraged. Mr. Rowe put down the last dire wolf, but all were wise enough not to get close to the wild and destructive melee generated by the two beasts. The werewolf nearly dead from Brond’s blows and the Mages’ magiks, the Elf finished it with a single arrow through the werewolf’s neck.
The next morning nearly dead Aranwe lead us out of camp and to the Mistress’ grove. Once again we entered the strange woman’s home. With the pony keg running low I was pleased the master once more was given that fine mead to drink. The master pledged my services to prepare refreshments, but the Mistress preferred Kara’s help. I don’t know what happened in that kitchen, but when they returned Kara pledged herself to the service of the Mistress. All were shocked, except the master who continued to be oblivious to anything not involving him. The fireballs kept coming when the Mistress told us that Mr. Rowe was not only infected by the plague, but that he has been hearing the voice of the shadow lord. To remove the taint he must perform five selfless acts. Mr. Rowe’s response to the Mistress showed me, this would never happen.
Despite Mr. Rowe’s insults the Mistress said she would help stop the plague as long as we vowed not to reveal her assistance. No one objected. The cure was handed over and the Elf was given some salves to heal his wounds. The master recited his heroic deeds against the kobolds and awaited tribute. To my surprise the Mistress played along and gave him a map to a secret well guarded by powerful foes. But once ever 50 years any single item placed with in would become magical.
Before our departure the Mistress told use that Asssha Guk and the Kobolds are going to sacrifice the stolen children to raise forth the demon Baal. This being beyond the ability of Kobolds, another dark force must be behind it. The same force that is seeking the blood of the divine. Which Kara admits to having used to posses but no longer. The Mistress pointed out that those who seek her may not know of her fall from Andraste’ grace. With the cure in hand we were instructed to follow the path out of the woods and we would be back in Falcon’s hollow.
The others set forth as the master and I…discussed research of the treasure map, while the Mage spoke privately with the Mistress. After following the trail for only moments we returned to Falcon’s Hallow. Now finally we can return to our six day plan of eating, drinking and wenching. I hope that cure doesn’t act too fast I’d hate to miss out on any further inspections.