It was business as usual in the Antler tavern. Gamblers where cheating, shady characters where hiding in dark corners, wenches had their daily insults and harassment share delivered on time and the innkeeper was getting ready for the health inspection by spitting and wiping every single mug and pint.
I was sitting in the corner minding my own business, trying my best to recollect bits and pieces of the forest from my blurry, at best, memory of the tower and its surroundings. The wench kept on interfering me with more food and ale suggestions reminding me I don’t have enough money to pay for what I already consumed. Adding to that was the noise coming from the three gamblers in the opposite side of the inn, they where loud enough to break my concentration every time I was on the verge of remembering an important detail. If that wasn’t enough, the stench from the lizard in an armor was nothing but insult, why in the name of the nine hells they teach their wyrmlings how to use a furnace but not how to use a bloody soap?
I don’t know why but, from all the mead-joints in all the cities in all the world, they had to walk into mine?
Large furry goons with weapons drawn and destruction in their eyes, at first I thought it’s a blessing in disguise, what a better way to skip payment then disappearing in a middle of a bar brawl, but then I heard the screams from the outside and decided to play the odds inside. The first wave was pretty easy, the lizard turned out to be a servant of Moradin, using both his brute strength and petty divine powers to confront them. He wasn’t the only one to do so, a hunter joined him quickly and another man of faith, this time a follower of the raven queen started channeling his powers to the fight. I wasn’t planning on doing too much but than came in a goblin mage and I figured that this isn’t a bar brawl it’s an organized attack on Brindol.
As the waves came pouring in I started putting my new powers to use, sending their souls to the fiery depths of the infernal planes and gaining more and more vitality in return…it was intoxicating!
We triumphed the battle in-house only to find a greater challenge outside. I used the mayhem to collect my well earned pay for saving the inn.
The lizard proved to be an excellent canon fodder against the ogre bombardier and the servant of the raven queen knows the divine secrets of healing, with the swiftness of the hunter they were quite a mach for the three monsters but all good things must come to an end and the only way to fight fire is with fire.
After the attack ended the little but none clue the attacker left is an emblem of a red hand, with a vague resemblance to the original red hand marauders from ten years ago.
We ended the day with a proper introduction the cleric goes by the name Geralt the lizard is known as Baltar the hunter’s name is Eldárwen Telemmaitë and me.
The next morning one of the town’s nobles called us and hired us to a search and rescue mission, all in all getting kicked out of the tower is turning to be a much more fun and lucrative experience then I originally thought it would be.