"Welcome to Yggsburgh. Please do the residents a favor and just kill yourself so we can get it over with."
"There's a nice welcome for ya'" Hurley commented sarcastily.
Meseriam looks at the note scrawled on the paper and tacked to post outside Moatgate. "I knew Yggsburgh was dangerous place, but this, this is somewhat a grim humour."
"Well, we came here to get some information and equipment. So lets get on with it and get out of here as quickly as possible. I hate these cities anyway." The surly dwarf virtually barked at his companions.
The three went forward.
Only two would leave on the morrow.
The fire was warm, the laughter all encompassing, and the food, well what can be said but good Halfling cooked. Eight friends, dwarf, Halfling and human some long know others fairly recently met, enjoyed the peace enforced by the cold winter weather. There were three missing two dieing in pursuit of gold and glory, one backstabbed in a no name alley in Yggsburgh
. Nelson missed his brother, Meseriam.
Nelson watched the Halfling twins start preparing the next meal. The dishes from diner still drying but those two were already pealing apples and stirring a pot. How can two people so small eat so much? Well at least even a breakfast of oats and honeyed bread will taste better than anything anyone else present could throw together. Not only are they both good cooks but also good sneak thieves, or as they both loudly protest professional treasure hunters and finders.
The cold night air almost took Nelsons breath away despite the thick fur cloak and wool coat he wore. The pot house is toooo far away was lost to the night wind as he trudged to the privy house.
The frost cold fog covering the hamlet down the path was the first sign that things were not right. The first thing Nelson noticed was the silence of even the local dogs that yelped at anything moving in the dark.
The first arrow struck the privy door as he reached for the handle. The next two harmlessly fell into the snow as he turned and began to race back to the house. Half way back he finally saw the fire flickering from the hamlets thatched roofs. Thank the gods the tavern house was slate roofed and stone walled. More arrows fell two close enough to pierce his fur lined cloak.
The door banged open as Nelson leapt to safety followed by four wasted arrows. A blood curdling battle cry issued from the throats of goblins, orcs and other fell creatures. That was the start of the fight for all eight of their lives.
"And so I am become a knight of the Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows!" - Mark Twain
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