Ludo observed the stevedores departing the area, taking a chance he followed them with the aim of waylaying one of them to see if he could get any answers from them. As they went seperate ways he tailed two men that were heading deeper into Fogor Isles streets and alleyways. As the two men travelled through a dark alleyway, he took a chance and stuck up on the men, swinging the hilt of his blade down hard he felled one of the men to the ground, quickly reversing his blade, he held to the throat of the second stevedore. In a low voice he said “Time for questions, depending on the answers you hangs your life, so some straight and true answers had better be forthcoming. Who hired you, when and where? And where were you to get paid?”
“Were two of ‘em. Came in the morn’,” replied the fearful dockworker. “Large one said his name was Sligh. Didn’t catch the other’s name. Had a face like a rat. Paid us half. Said they’d be back each daybreak to pay us again. Said all’s we had to do was keep everybody out o’ the Crossed Swords.”
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In the kitchen, Feldard reached over his shoulder where normally he’d have his axe strapped – but there was nothing there. His axe was being held on promise of his good behaviour. He cussed in dwarven and glanced about the kitchen for anything useful as a weapon. Pots and pans weren’t gonna do much against that thing. As if were, if the stories were true – even his axe wouldn’t have done much to keep the creature down.
What then could he use? The creature lived in darkness… perhaps bright light or fire might drive it off?
“Hasan, keep it busy, while I light a torch.”
Stephan, sword in hand, bolted at the sound of the crashing trap door from the other room. He barreled past Miklos in a rush to the tavern’s old scullery. Maruc was also running toward the kitchen.
“Ufff,” Miklos erupted as he fell against the door frame in trying to avoid Stephan’s drive to the tavern’s back room.
Stephan bumped his way to the back room to find a strange creature emerging from some dark, subterranean chambre. Feldard was reaching for a missing axe on his back. The horror of the situation immediately impacted the Traladarian. He recalled instantly the group’s previous encounter with a beast similar to this one. He remembered with a sickening feeling the severed hand of the last creature dragging itself over the floor to fight on.
“Retreat!” Stephan bellowed but instead of fleeing, his fighter instinct kicked in and he engaged the fell being with is sword and shield.
“Fly, you fools! Fly!” he yelled as he tried to keep the sickly monster at bay.
“Now we fight monsters, Stephan,” shrieked Hasan, crazed with fear and delight at seeing the fell beast laboring through the trapdoor. The elf swiped fiercely and saw his blade rip through the troll’s putrid flesh. As the animal’s midsection cleared the gate, its claws found freedom to begin flashing through the air, and the elf’s enthusiasm fell as the troll’s great reach became apparent. They were in close quarters combat with a terror! “Miklos, we need you now!” the elf screamed.
Maruc and Miklos heard the fearsome raucous and made way quickly round the bar. The cleric angled for a way to enter the fray and the mage began to prepare his most powerful incantation.