It was a day like any other in The Village.
Harry, Mave, Reg, and I were down at the Fatespinner’s Tap House having lunch,
when a dark-tanned stranger in his mid 30s walks in.
He’s got a brown Winrose symbol around his neck and a leather parchment tube over his shoulder.
Reg goes and checks him out.
He introduces himself as Alvito from the southern city of Daraka.
Alvito says he is travelling north to Barbarian Lands, and has come to the
Fate=Spinner to meet a Guide who will take him north.
Alvito says he doesn’t know who his Guide is (We don’t have any idea who it could be either),
but says his guide will recognize him.
The thing around his neck is his holy symbol. He’s a monk
He brings news of the Prophet Melvin Righteous-Arm.
Alvito checks in to the Inn, and we sits down to waits for this Guide to shows up.
Just then in runs Farmer Ted. ted says some horrible monster is scaring his cattle.
Sounds interesting, so we all goes along with Reg to see what’s up with that.
When we gets there, there’s a really big bird track and a really big bird.
I sneaks around behind it and tries to gets the drop on it.
We all have a go but right when we drops it, the crazy thing esplodes and burns off
half me beard. It leaves a weird pile of ashes in the shape of a bird outline,
and in the ashes we finds an egg-shaped rock, which is warm. Like, always warm.
So I stuffs that in my backpack, thinking maybe Vernon the druid can verify what that is,
but we’ve got a sneaking suspicion that bird may have been a Phoenix,
which would mean a) them legends is true and 2) we maybe has ourselves something really valuable.
Reg patches me up and we’s standing around wondering about what this all might mean
when we hears angry dogs a coming, and next thing you know they burst’s through the woods and set on us so we’s forced to kill them. At least they didn’t esplode when we kilt them. Harry spent most of da fight on his arse, them wolves is tricksy dat way.
So we’s standing around wiping off blood and I’s about to skin dem wolves when we notices they’d got collars and that means they’re hunting dogs and that ain’t good. And round about then along comes Jarlax on horseback with a couple of his lackeys and he is pissed. So he gets to yakkin on Reg and he’s like “Bailiff, you done killed my dogs, and lost me my prey and now’s you gotta be either my dogs or my prey because I needs something to appease the Python, the Snake in the River, cause summer is comin’ and if you don’t feeds him he rises, and nobody want that.” So he says we gotta find him an elf or a dwarf or a bugbear or something immortal and we gives us like 13 days until he’s coming back and if we ain’t got one of them by then we’s screwed.
So off he rides, and what more is there to say? Harry got some belt buckles from the dog collars outta the deal and I skinned them dogs for leather and took the meat back to see if Aleb will buy it for meat pies and then a big piece of dogmeat for Ma’s stew.