A Trip to Nathan’s Hollow
Author: Margaret August
Premise: A group of new adventurers were asked by Sir Laika en’Naur to investigate the appearance of undead in the village of Nathan’s Hollow, near Coventry.
Date: 9/29/1021 Account: I arrived to Nathan’s Hollow as soon as I heard the plea for help. I have fought a lot of baddies in my day, but necromancers are the worst. Evil doers who monologue and send their armies my way I can handle. I have little qualms taking them down, even if I regret every life I am forced to take. But what makes necromancers particularly harmful is what they do to the innocents. In many ways I find the violation of the townspeople much more vile than anything a mere conquerer could produce, and having to fight them knowing they are not in their right mind makes my duty even more sorrowful. I was glad that some of the healers were able to revive one of the townsfolk, and Tree did a valiant job fighting with us. But I am getting ahead of myself. First thing is first, saving Phoenix. We arrived at the church only to see it surrounded by hoards of undead. Thankfully, a protection spell was keeping the church safe along with a few citizens and our healer Phoenix. They were being both trapped and protected, confined within the walls of the temple. While the priestess Alexa may have come off as a tad grumpy when we met her, after using her own power to keep a protection spell up for so long who would not be? And she did help us to enter the other plane and take down the necromancer. Not to mention she's a priestess of Aurora, so how bad could she possibly be? But first we had to retrieve her bowl, sorry cauldron. It was really dark. I felt quite bad, as it was obvious my healer friend Cordelia was hard of sight. I mentioned that an eye patch would be a useful tool in adjusting to the darkness more easily, but she seemed to get defensive when I mentioned learning the trick from pirates. She appears to hold a quite a grudge and want revenge for the death of her parents. I tried to instill upon her the difference between justice and revenge, but if I had to guess my attempts at reason fell on deaf ears. Ah well. She will have to learn sooner or later. Back to the forest. Those twin trolls were quite something, and I will be the first to admit we were somewhat outmatched. They just kept coming back. Thankfully we were able to eventually take them down and retrieve the glass cauldron. I fully expected an ambush on the way back to Alexa, but it thankfully never came. The ritual she performed on us made me feel uneasy, but I knew it was necessary. Fighting our way to the castle was quite the task. Especially due to how tired and low on magic many of our healers were at this point. We could only get our armour back if critical components were missing, and it felt as though people were falling more frequently. That Genesis fellow did not help matters either. I do not know if he is brave or stupid or both. But while I love helping people, I could not help him. He kept going in front of everyone with what appeared to be little sense of self preservation. If our healers had not been so exhausted I would not have cared so much, but as it was I found his heroics quite frustrating. Regardless, we made it to the castle mostly in one piece. This is where things got interesting. It was quite dark and thus difficult to discern what happened next. But in the chaos we were accidentally led to believe that Alexa was the necromancer and had led us to our doom in her castle. I felt quite betrayed by this, but when I heard her calls for help and saw her tied up I warily approached. I have never been able to resist a plea for help. It turns out we were mistaken on the necromancer's identity, and Alexa had been tied up by her own protection spell. I untied her, threatening to stab her if she pulled anything on me, but her lack of a weapon and my trusting nature eventually won me over. In hindsight I should not have threatened her, it is quite unlike me, but innocents were at stake and I could not afford to be wrong. I am glad I was right, and she was kind enough to grant me some gold for my efforts, even if that is not why I did it. Like many tales, good prevailed. The end. |
Created by Margaret August (Brianna Meisser) at 10-17-23 05:23 PM
Last Modified by Margaret August (Brianna Meisser) at 10-17-23 05:23 PM