Sunday, April 26, 2015

Chapter 3: Rail-a-Ported



We stared at the corpse, taking a moment of silence for the fallen. Jarod and Ethiriel had just started searching for clues to the murderers’ whereabouts, when guards came marching around the corner. The guards saw the bloody corpse, but the rangers had heard them coming and ushered us through a half-shut doorway they suspected to be the murders’ escape route.
The guards took their time examining the body, and by the time they searched this building, we had found hiding spots behind several large wine casks(unfortunately empty). The guards had given up on this building and moved onto the next. We squeezed out of our hiding spots, and discussed our options while stretching our limbs.
There was a hole in the back wall of the wine room, an outdoors swarming with guards, and a hallway that smelled like it led down to the sewers. The vote was begrudgingly unanimous to investigate the sewers for the killers. So, down the hallway we marched, certain we’d find the criminals.
The main hallway was fairly clean, but several side corridors vented malodorous vapors. Curious as to what could cause such a stench, Aida squeezed herself down one passage. She got to a door that had years of rust on it hinges, and it made a seismic squeak as she muscled it open. She looked around at what seemed to be a collection room for a significant portion of the town’s waste. Also, there was tremendous tetra-tentacle trash-eating terror.
 It swiftly swatted the girl, who fell over as its toxins paralyzed her. Jarod tried to counter tentacle the beast with his chain, but was simply out-numbered, and also paralyzed. Ethiriel shot some cover arrows to distract the monster as Kilkas dragged the tow dead-beats out of harm’s way, and closed the door. Jarod and Aida soon recovered from the toxin, and Aida’s curiosity was temporarily sated.
They continued down the main hall, and found a door at the end that didn’t reek of refuse. Jarod quietly opened it, and we saw a camp set for four. One remained, sleeping on the large chest he should have been guarding. Aida and Jarod drew their weapons, and sneaked up on the guard. As they approached the guard stabbed at them with his spear.
“AMBUSH!” yelled Jarod, as the other bandits tried to burst through the doors. Aida quickly slew the guard, and barred the door that was shaking but hadn’t opened yet. Jarod attacked the bandit that succeeded in breaking in, Kilkas was holding off a half-orc that had cut off our retreat, while Ethiriel sent several in its direction. The sorcerer had run out of spells and drawn his dagger to assist Jarod in his kill. The half-orc pushed Kilkas and Ethiriel into the room, Aida threw her soulknife and it found its mark between the brute’s beady eyes. She opened the door for the final bandit, who was greeted by an arrow in each eye.
They opened the chest together, and inside they found…

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