The End of the Crone: Part 4

The animated corpse of the hero with the black blade stands ready for combat.  Gossamer and Sinokin are both looking pretty bad. Gerald, "Master of the Arcane", has disappeared into one of the many winding passageways curving throughout this bunker.

Sinokin is a dragonborne sorcerer with red scales. Gossamer is a beautiful eladrin, with a extremely cold attitude.  She's the current leader of The Thunderous Fury, so I suppose I owe her some respect, though she shows me little.

Gerald didn't even enter this mission with us.  He just sort of plummeted from the ceiling, and introduced himself as, "Gerald, Master of the Arcane Arts." For a master he doesn't teleport very well.

"ROOOOOOAAARRR!" Kratos Crashes through a once beautiful painting behind the hero. He catches the Hero unaware, and manages to bullrush him toward Sinokin. The Hero takes this opportunity to slash Sinokin across the chest.

The End of the Crone: Part 3

"SCREEEECH!"
Shadow enshrouded bats rise from the pit of garbage, the primary source of income of this small little town. Their high pitched screeches call to me, I respond by covering my ears and crying.

"I think I know why the villagers have been having trouble sleeping..." I call to Ukin, the nearest of my current group.

Ukin is a Shadar-Kai, he has dark black skin, black hair, and blacker leather armor. I know of the tendency for Shadar-Kai to betray and distrust others, but our group needs someone who can pick a lock and disarm a trap. Ukin assures me he can.

I'm Ballad Blue, a human bard and adventurer. I wear enchanted chainmail procured from the corpse of our latest enemy, the leader of a band of orcs. My hair is blonde, my eyes are blue, and my skin is a pale white. My ears are also currently ringing.

The End of the Crone: Part 2

"Hello..." a Female voice emanates from a Hooded Figure wearing snug leather armor. She stands on the ceiling of the wide part of the cavern, looking down on Valekor and Azreal already at in the room. I still struggle to climb the last bits of rope.

"So I guess you shot the bolt at our target," Azreal says. "Why are you here?"

"I was in the area and I heard the town was having trouble sleeping due to screeching noises at night. Figured I could help."

"Well I suppose you could help us. We are here for the same reasons..." Azreal motions towards me as I ascend the last few inches of rope. "Ballad here can cut you in on the payment we are to receive. He handles the book keeping. I just kill stuff."

The End of the Crone: Part 1

It was chilly in the garbage pit, and the smell was nigh unbearable. The locals use the "bottomless" pit as a garbage dump, taking all the garbage in the land and chucking it in there.

The running joke in our group is that the pit runs all the way to the Underdark, and there are some very angry Drow down there wondering why their chosen goddess allows garbage to fall from above onto their heads.

Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Ballad, bard and adventurer, and current leader of the Thunderous Fury. The group is quite famous in the town of Raven's Bluff, though our survival rate is quite low, even by our profession's standard. Traveling with me are the newest initiate, Azreal, whose disdain for most other beings is unsettling, and Valekor, a dragon borne and sorcerer.

We were about fifty feet down the hundred foot rope when the cavern widened as Gooba, our goblin spelunker, had said it would. Gooba is a member of our group, summoned from Gods know where by the previous owner of this box on my hip.