Angvar Thistlecrit's page

You gather your things, and Angvar gets his from the River Runner, leaving him with nothing more than a dagger and his spellbook. There are still a few disgruntled gamblers hanging out around the front of the place, but they seem to be mostly ranting to each other. Slipping past them is easy enough. You hustle down to the docks district, searching for the man who hired Angvar and his goons.

"We were supposed to meet on the southernmost pier. We're also supposed to have the chest. I can pretend to still have it shrunken if need be. That's our story, alright?"

There doesn't appear to be anyone waiting at the pier when you arrive. "Maybe they're not here yet. I'd hate to have missed them," Angvar says, twirling the dagger in his hand while he scans the horizon.

Unfortunately, keeping your eyes on the street level in combination with this night's low tide means you are ill prepared (for a Random Encounter!)

Exploding out of the water beneath Angvar's feet, a large and disgusting fish lunges at him. The blow knocks him into the water with the thing, his screams turning to gurgles as he splashes down into the murk. The horrible creature shakes the poor wizard, mixing blood with mud.

Whoops! Just wanted to give you guys a fight. Gierixa was eager, at least. Random encounter, and a critical on the poor wizard. He's taken 20 points of damage, but he's not dead yet. Severely unconscious. No need for initiative for just you two. You both go, and then the barracuda goes.

"What shall I call you then? I do not know your name, and I am certainly not master of myself."

Angvar merely shakes his head at Mordecai's sense of humour. It's a lot for him to adjust to. At the mention of Saul, however, his eyes seem to burn with fire. "The Gold Goblin? Is that where we are now? What time is it? Is it still evening? If we hurry, we can still meet up with the man who hired us. We were supposed to meet at the docks just before dawn. I'd like to give him a piece of my mind."

Tired and dizzy, Angvar wakes. He's barely able to concentrate on Mordecai's words at first. Removing the gag takes some time, and allows Mordecai to finish most of his speech; when Angvar does get his mouth free he launches his own tirade over top of Mordecai. "You sh*t! You piece of sh*t! You killed her!" Enraged, he spits at Mordecai, ineffectually. The man is exhausted and on the brink of unconsciousness; the spit barely leaves his chin. Feeling his exhaustion creeping back, he collapses back onto the bed. He listens to the rest of what Mordecai has to offer.

"So...you want me to work for you? To cast spells and such? And you...you won't kill me? And you really think I'm not going to kill you when I get the chance?"

Wearily, he manages to lift himself off the bed. Taking Mordecai's proffered hand, he feels a renewed vigour course through his body.

"As you wish then, Master", he snarls, "However, I am quite useless without my spellbook. I'll need to go back to the River Runner Inn to retrieve it. Then, and only then, can we dance upon my lover's grave."

Will you accompany him into the inn, or send him to retrieve it on his own?