That I do not know. I never actually saw him, they seemed pretty frightened of him though. The ones who beat me were locals, but there were several elves with them in the background, all in black...I do not know much more.
So care to get me out of the chair?
Fernus is sitting by the chair, writing everything down as the elven woman speaks.
He is waiting for someone to break the chair into a few pieces before he does anything that could help.
"Elves in black." he mutters as he pens down the last words.
"Draken? Has anyone else been as interested in you as this 'Master' seems to be?"
Zara freezes and then begins stomping back and forth around the clearing cursing. After a few moments he says I knew I shouldn't have stayed after the festival. Dam why now. To many things are happening at once. Its becoming harder to see...
No just her. Everyone else knows that no one owns me. Not enough shinies in the world to buy me!
"I can shoot lightning bolts from my ar$e!!!" Draken says with mischief in his eyes.
"What!?! I am no one's lap dog! Do we need to pay them a visit to, a much more violent visit?" Draken says agitated once more, the electric blue comes back in his coloring. "Zara, I will be safe, I will be with you all!"
I do not flinch at all as Draken begins to fill his pocket with coins and other treasures. I look to the woman and nod, "I'll try not ta hurt ya though."
I first try to pull the chains away from the chair, making sure that it doesn't work and when I realise that it doesn't I take a deep breath and pull very hard on the slats in the back of the chair.
I then begin taking the pieces out one by one and go to the support of the back and break that too, allowing the woman to slip out easily.
Fernus casts Grease on the elven witch as soon as she has room to squirm out of her chains as the pieces of chair are removed from under the chains.
The women is freed without a scratch.
Thank you. She immediately picks up the squirrel and hugs it close. Now first let me reward you.
She leads the heroes into the tent, and with an effort, and the help of Aeron rights an overturned chest. She removes a false bottom and pulls out a few items. First from a pouch she takes out two platinum pieces and hands them to Draken
For you troubles and worry.
Then she pulls a wand out as well. I am afraid this is not fully charged up, but you might find use for it.[b]
[b]Also I am out of equipement and funds, but I have the ability to brew potions and make wands. I will make what I can for you at 75% the going rate. Of course these things take time to make. But you saved both of us, it is all I can offer.
With that she reaches into the compartment and gives each member a potion of CLW CL 5
Accepts the potion with a nod as he paces vexed.
I take the vial offered to me, "What is it?" At the mention of wands and the handing of the stick I think about the stick that Eryda has just passed to Zara and he back to her again, neither seeming to know what it is. "If ya're a wand maker, can ya tell us what this one is?" I point to the stick in Eryda's possession.
I have given you a healing potion. And that stick I gave you can cast a powerful fear spell. This other casts a basic healing spell as well. She says affter looking at the wand for a moment
"Yeasssss! Shineys!!! Shineys!!!" Draken takes the two coins, goes to sit on his pouch on Aeron's backpack. He then takes out two gold from his pouch and puts the two platinum into the backpack.
I need to find a portable hole! To hide and keep my stuff close. He thinks to himself.
Once he is over the awe of the new shineys, Draken says in rapid succession, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Then jumps into his new nest.
yes all of it is returned plus two platinum
Tarinhil says, "Sure! Might be useful, this way I can heal others until I figure out how to make these extracts work on others."
I look at the Potion curiously, but place it in my backpack side pocket (Not Draken's pocket) and look to the stick with healing powers, "Ya can have it, I wouldn't even know how ta use it." I chuckle to myself as Draken dives into the pocket.
He turns to the others we need to get back to town.
Thank you all, I am in your debt,come to me if you need things made and I will help you as I can.
With that she picks up the Squirrel and speaks quietly to it. The Squirrel curls up on her shoulder and sleeps.
Tarinhil smiles at the old woman, rather shocked at the outcome of events. "Thank you!", he exclaims excitedly and looks at the wand one more time before strapping it to his belt.
As he heads back to town, he asks, "So, does anyone know anything about these elves that seem to go about using thugs to beat up on old women?"
I had never seen them before they came to me a week ago.
Meekly raises nods. We can speak of this back in town. We are too exposed here.
Fernus scratches his head as the elen woman and Zara talk in a different language.
Reckon that must be elven they talk, shame I can't understand it.
"Thank you very much." he says to the woman and then half-heartedly says to the squirrel: "And I am very sorry."
As they wander back to town, he wonders to himself.
This might be an interesting story, but I'm not that sure that it is safe to be in it.
The squirell wakes and hops onto Fernus' head and swishes his tail in Fernus' face, tickling him. Then he hops back to his master.
everyone finds themselves back at the Rusty Dragon seated. Young Shayliss comes in and plops herself in Aeron's lap.
she giggles and flirts with him, whispering in his ear.
Sighs and takes off his mask tossing his long hair back and looks at the rest of the crew. They are after me because you see I'm something that to them is a bit worse than an elf with human blood. My father was an Elven Dhampir. And they killed him and my mother and have been hunting me ever since. He smiles grimly at the party allowing his fangs to show. The mask is my way of hiding so people don't notice and panic or try to stake me. So they don't hear word of my passing..
I walk back to town trying not to jostle too much, so as to not disturb Draken in his glory. Once back at the Rusty Dragon I head straight to the bar and ask Ameiko for a drink and meal, before going and sitting down. Once I sit down a woman comes over and sits on my lap, I carefully try to remove her from my lap without hurting her. I don't look amused with the flirting, more upset.
Draken removing his mask changes the scene though, "So... that's what ya look like under that! What's a Dhampir 'n' why would that make them hunt ya?"
The girl is moved off Aeron's lap and immediately wraps her arms around his neck and coos in his ear.
As soon as Aeron wanders in Draken rockets to his hidey hole and rearranges his bed, he takes several trips between there and Aeron's bag
At the mention of the word Dhampir patrons turn and look at the party, before warily going back to their drinks.
I turn my attention back to the woman, I unwrap her arms from my neck gently with with strength behind it, making sure not to hurt her. "No, not ugly. I like someone else, I thought ya liked Unalaq? Looks like he likes ya too."
I notice the shuffled looks, but pay them no heed.
Draken slithers out of his pocket, and up to Aeron's other ear to whisper Linguistics check to speak in Shoanti, "Beware of this one, she is not innocent."
He ran away. Besides you are prettier, with bigger muscles. And she doesn't have to know.
I smile as a familiar tongue is whispered into my ear, "Como podo facela ir aínda?"
But before I can say anything else the woman speaks again. "Ya like men covered in scars 'n' burns do ya? She may not know, but I will! Stop tryin' ta tempt me, it won't work!"
Zara chuckles lightly at Aerons predicament. Shhhh keep your voice down. I have no wish to be staked through the heart. A Dhampir is a sort of living vampire. When a child in the womb is tainted by necromancy it happens sometimes. My father loved my mother and died to protect her. But she was labeled as a race traitor and killed. I survived because I was away playing but my fangs give me away. These people have been hunting me for the last hundred years...
I look to Zara, "But ya've done nothin' wrong? I've ta say, I can see why they are doin' it, the Shoanti tribes are the same with Orcs. Any offspring are killed or hunted. But no harm'll come ta ya with me here."
"So that's what it was all about." Fernus exclaims quite loudly.
He holds his hands for his mouth and continues on a softer tone.
"It seems as though they have heard of your travels, I wonder how?"
Fernus takes up his journal again and writes down a few notes on Zara's page inside the journal.
Draken hisses at the girl. Then if that does not work he speaks in Draconic making it sound very threatening. "Verisack selraoisk Shayliss, zarrrmee clressss osierisss.!"
Because I have stayed with the Varissan caravans for a long long time. So they send squads to follow them. But I attracted a lot of attention in the fight with the goblins. Someone probably noticed my ears which I normally keep covered or heard me cast in elvish who knows. But the jig is up they've finally found me. I will have to deal with them soon.
Laughs at Draken. Shayliss you know Fernus here was just telling what a big "reputation" he has among the ladies back home as a hero and how much he missed dancing with them. As the loveliest lady around would you dance with him?.
Fernus looks up at Zara with a look of 'What?' If he was drinking he would have spewed his drink all over the table.
Smiles devilishly at Fernus and whispers.