Re: The gathering of the storm
Another sip of wine and a crunchy bite of a vegetable that appeared to be a cross between seaweed and cauliflower (one might hope it was cauliflower, though it did bear a disgusting resemblance to brains) dipped in a reddish green sauce with glittery bits in it, and Aurion shared his perspective of things recently passed...
"The Gods, in all their wisdom," he began, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice," tend to send us out on missions to deal with various evils, often undead, though not always to the same multiverse, if you are familiar with that concept.
"For reasons known only to the gods, our last quest was begun based on the prayers of a goblin cleric who feared for his people's place in the city of... Scrape was it?
"An apt name, for a town that seemed more like something to scrape off the bottom of your shoe than live in.
"Lived in it was though, ruled over by four Pirate-Kings and a dragon, all as foul as Hades and crooked as the trees of Sandistrator, known both for their warped shape and inexplicable ability to pick pockets.
"Our original plan was to try and convince the kings to fight each other, but it ended up easier to simply sneak around and kill them each by ourselves. It was our luck that each king had more than he could handle of traitors in his midst.
"The king of the goblins turned out not even to be a goblin, but a shape-shifter of sorts from the Fires of Peridition, a Bar-Guest," he offered with a chuckle, "in simple terms, sort of a demon.
"The king of the Orcs was equally disliked among his own kind. We joined the forces already working on toppling him and gave them a hand.
"Brindle there, he was the key to much of our success, his agile tongue planting wyrms in all the right ears. He's helpful that way.
"At that point things got a bit hazy, what with the fcity being on fire, and wandering thru the sewers, but we managed to topple the other kings, which seemed enough to fulfill our quest, or perhaps it was the death of the dirty little goblin priest who summoned us, as the dragon was still alive and spewing acid all about the place when we were separated from that particular service and returned to our homes.
"We lost quite a few people there, but then again it seems we always do."
Taking another sip of his wine, the elven mage sat back in his chair to see what Brindle might have to add.