Nicolai’s Last Wish

With Saeth pinned and struggling beneath his armoured weight, the dwarf made efforts to gag and bind her with whatever was at hand—his oiled rag for wiping down his axe, a torn scrap of tunic—anything to keep her from casting yet more magic.

She twisted and turned, causing the dwarf to grimace in pain. She scratched and bit, trying her best to get loose and bring her sword back into the fight. The dwarf’s wounds were taking their toll on the stout warrior, and he finally had no choice. He brought his armored elbow swiftly across the elf’s forehead, and knocked her out.

At last, Saeth lay motionless and he was able to retrieve the rope from his backpack and went about tying up the other two elf maids more securely removing any weapons from them, then checked on his companions. First, he went to Nicolai who laid motionless on the floor. The damage done from the witch’s attack was severe, and it appeared his friend was in grave condition.

“I’m not going to… make it…” he whispered.

Feldard moved closer to his companion. The dwarf knew how to take care of battle wounds, but the magic missile strikes were quite a different thing from axe and sword wounds. Three large scorch marks indicated the points of impact, but the bulk of the damage was internal and unseen. There was little he could do; he was no healer.

“You must find…” said the rogue, cutting the dwarf off before he could speak. He had little time, for he was fading fast. “My mother… Threshold..Fogor Isle.. tell her… tell her what we did…that I didn’t die a thief.”

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  1. Feldard

    Feldard nodded solemnly at the rogue’s request. “On my honor, she will know your good deeds, my friend. What is her name?”

  2. Miklos (Mu 3)

    Miklos, still motionless, gripped within the witch’s spell stared as the dwarf crouched over Nicolai. He caught none of what words passed between them but as Feldard looked round his face spoke volumes. Miklos’s heart sank.

    He dismissed blaming himself. I fhe had not used the wand, three foes they would have faced. One had done enough damage. A cruel turn of fate. He watches as Feldard secured the other witches.

    He must aquire the Black Opal Eye. Only then will this nightmare end and some goodness can come from this adventure. Yes the Eye is the key. With such a treasure he would help restore the balence. Perhaps restore Saeth to her body? And the elf maids?

    And turn back the Night of Dread? Foil the enigmatic Sons of Night?

    There was much to do…

  3. Maruc (Clr 4)

    Maruc strained against the force that held him. The elf-witches cry echoed in his mind in mockery as he watched helplessly as the poor Rogue pailed in front of him. What torture was ths? Why had Halav visited this upon him? To watch a friend die as he lay motionless. He felt like screaming. But he couldn’t. He could do nothing…

    …as he watched the light die in his companoins face a tear rolled down the clerics cheek.

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