As Mort and crew gathered up all their loot and headed toward the entrance, Finnious begins to say “After we get back, I will have to head to Northalia to sell this runestone to the client. Then I will come back and give you guys your share of the money.” Mort seems rather skeptical and asks “Why can’t we just go with you?” To which Finnious replies “It will be a boring trip! You shouldn’t waste your time.” For some reason, those words were not comforting to Mort. Something is wrong.
Finnious still holding the torch, was the first to make it outside of the catacombs. Once outside he stops abruptly and says “Hold up, someone is coming, let’s hide.” The three quickly move to behind the ruin of a broken building. Finnious peaks his head around the corner and you hear under his breath “No they aren’t supposed to be here.” Turning around he says “Stay here for just a second, I will try to scout and see what it is.” Finnious leaves the safety of cover and walks at first then in about 20 feet he begins running. This is when Mort knows that something was about to happen. Finnious, still running, begins to yell “Nedar! Thank goodness you are here, I just retrieved the runestone and was on my way to give it to you, but some crazy wizard and his ogre body guard attacked me!” Mort thought to himself “Oh no, this is bad.” Finnious continues “They are right over there!” and points directly at where you are.
Kronk let’s out a roar and says “Fin, how could you? I thought we were friends?” As the band of thirty men begin to draw their swords and head in to attack. Mort recognized those outfits. They were of the Dark Riders, a notorious mercenary band that has been increasing their presence in the last 5 years. Kronk charged in and the battle commenced. Mort held his ground firing spell after spell to support Kronk. He was so focused on the battle that he didn’t even see the dark rider move in behind and attack.
With a single slash it was over, Kronk was still fighting, but Mort went down. His body turning cold and becoming too heavy to move. As he drifted away, he thought to himself “But what about double dice deluxe tonight…”
Mortimer’s Magical Day had come to an end. In the shade of a tree. The gentle afternoon breeze with the occasional gust swaying the trees around him ever so slightly. Each breath of the wind caused the branches to move in such a way that a single ray of sunlight fell onto Mort’s hand, onto the shriveled husk of a ring. With a warm, gentle feeling, Mort came back to consciousness, from the brink of death. He awoke and looked around him to find himself alone. He eyed his pack about five feet away. Someone had been through it, but left all his stuff there. Well everything except the runestone… “That bastard” Mort thought “He won’t get away with this.”
Licking his wounds and in desperate need of a stiff drink and a long rest, Mort heads back to the Bubbling Brewster in Westalia, selling his newly obtained fur on the way.
As Mort sells his goods and heads into the tavern, he is greeted by his favorite bar-maid. Usually, a bit neglecting, she immediately approached Mort as soon as he came in the door saying "Fin told me you were dead! He said you met some monsters in the catacombs and you never made it out." She then informed Mort about how Fin was heading to Northalia with a group of mercenaries and was planning on leaving the country for a bit. At that moment, Mort knew that his only chance to stop Fin was to act now and so he did. Not even letting her finish her story, Mort turned and left the Bubbling Brewster with the last words from the tavern being "You better come back alive! You still haven't paid your ta-" as the door slammed shut. With a slight grin on his face, Mort left for Northalia knowing exactly what he had to do.
As Mort and crew gathered up all their loot and headed toward the entrance, Finnious begins to say “After we get back, I will have to head to Northalia to sell this runestone to the client. Then I will come back and give you guys your share of the money.” Mort seems rather skeptical and asks “Why can’t we just go with you?” To which Finnious replies “It will be a boring trip! You shouldn’t waste your time.” For some reason, those words were not comforting to Mort. Something is wrong.
Finnious still holding the torch, was the first to make it outside of the catacombs. Once outside he stops abruptly and says “Hold up, someone is coming, let’s hide.” The three quickly move to behind the ruin of a broken building. Finnious peaks his head around the corner and you hear under his breath “No they aren’t supposed to be here.” Turning around he says “Stay here for just a second, I will try to scout and see what it is.” Finnious leaves the safety of cover and walks at first then in about 20 feet he begins running. This is when Mort knows that something was about to happen. Finnious, still running, begins to yell “Nedar! Thank goodness you are here, I just retrieved the runestone and was on my way to give it to you, but some crazy wizard and his ogre body guard attacked me!” Mort thought to himself “Oh no, this is bad.” Finnious continues “They are right over there!” and points directly at where you are.
Kronk let’s out a roar and says “Fin, how could you? I thought we were friends?” As the band of thirty men begin to draw their swords and head in to attack. Mort recognized those outfits. They were of the Dark Riders, a notorious mercenary band that has been increasing their presence in the last 5 years. Kronk charged in and the battle commenced. Mort held his ground firing spell after spell to support Kronk. He was so focused on the battle that he didn’t even see the dark rider move in behind and attack.
With a single slash it was over, Kronk was still fighting, but Mort went down. His body turning cold and becoming too heavy to move. As he drifted away, he thought to himself “But what about double dice deluxe tonight…”
Mortimer’s Magical Day had come to an end. In the shade of a tree. The gentle afternoon breeze with the occasional gust swaying the trees around him ever so slightly. Each breath of the wind caused the branches to move in such a way that a single ray of sunlight fell onto Mort’s hand, onto the shriveled husk of a ring. With a warm, gentle feeling, Mort came back to consciousness, from the brink of death. He awoke and looked around him to find himself alone. He eyed his pack about five feet away. Someone had been through it, but left all his stuff there. Well everything except the runestone… “That bastard” Mort thought “He won’t get away with this.”
Licking his wounds and in desperate need of a stiff drink and a long rest, Mort heads back to the Bubbling Brewster in Westalia, selling his newly obtained fur on the way.
As Mort sells his goods and heads into the tavern, he is greeted by his favorite bar-maid. Usually, a bit neglecting, she immediately approached Mort as soon as he came in the door saying "Fin told me you were dead! He said you met some monsters in the catacombs and you never made it out." She then informed Mort about how Fin was heading to Northalia with a group of mercenaries and was planning on leaving the country for a bit. At that moment, Mort knew that his only chance to stop Fin was to act now and so he did. Not even letting her finish her story, Mort turned and left the Bubbling Brewster with the last words from the tavern being "You better come back alive! You still haven't paid your ta-" as the door slammed shut. With a slight grin on his face, Mort left for Northalia knowing exactly what he had to do.