The Halfling
| The Halfling | |
|---|---|
| Date | 4/3/2023 |
| Storyteller | Indi |
| Tier | Trainee, Medium |
| Player Characters | Zokun Datan-Zon, Tremla, Maki, Raijin, Fen |
| Rewards | Rewards: 225 xp, Battle Axe, Broken Full Plate |
| Result | Uncovered information about Melty, captured Abigail and her crotch-spawn. |
| Author | Greenthing |
Got some note what slipped in to the clan hall a bit ago, so I decided t' investigate what was written on it. Be talking about Pettyport, an' more specifically the Weatherman's Musk, where a halfling been taken refuge at or somethin' or other. So: I put out a notice, askin' available associates if they was willin' to help a dawi uncover the truth behind a murder, and deliver this little lady t' Clan Ashenforge. Four showed up. A bird, two demonkin, an' a human.
Went an' headed off to Pettyport, lil' fishing village outside the walled city of Onadbyr. Asked about the town, tryin' to keep it not too obvious since it is pretty clear they hate outsiders. Can't blame 'em. Outsiders always cause problems. Old man told me of three companies and their locations and whatnot. Ain't matter none though so no point mentioning 'em.
While I was scoutin' about and asking questions, the others went off on their own and scampered off, coming back with small fish statues and news of events I don't care about. Some dumb umgi went an' tried to attack the horned ones an' got whooped right on his butt. Was a funny distraction but that all it be, a distraction. Doing our preliminary investigations we head up to the inn, the Weatherman's Musk, to ask about the shorty. Meanwhile the damned bird, tall as a manling but still with the brain of a bird, sat down and 'parently went fishing for the whole time. Had to wrestle her back to the group...
More importantly, the barkeep of the inn was actin' shifty. Was clear he had pre-recorded lines but weren't too good at keeping it calm. Told me her name was Abigail, and that be true enough, but was too quick and excitable with the response. I bought some grub for us all an' went to talkin' with him. Was pretty clear the way he spoke was some gangs runnin' around here. While we were waiting for the woman, the barkeep had the bright idea to try an' charm our bird when he had her alone. Ain't work too well an' he was slimy as a worm, wrigglin' around and cryin' for mercy.
Came 'round and interrogated him for information on the halfling. Smart lad told us what we wanted to know, said she took shelter in the cellar. Took the keys from him an' went down to investigate. Things was goin' well, but as usual it only lasts so long. I heard some footsteps down the way, and told the group to be smart an' quiet. Bird managed to spot a pressure plate, an' then took three steps an' forgot. Blasted idiot activated it, causing a crate with rocks to fall and alert the things over. So I ran fast as I could and saw a runt skitter back. Went along a makeshift bridge to the other side, saw another one crawl into a room. Cornered the little'un as it hid under a bed. Called the human over when they came to deal with it, while we heard screamin' in the other room where the bird and demonspawn went.
Bit later we heard the mother come back, twas Abby herself. Our quarry! Finally! She called out their names an' came runnin'. We had every advantage, 'least 'til our human gave the child to their mother. Around that time, someone what looked just like Abigail came 'round the corner an' cast a spell. Being caught in the middle, the damned real one jumped, immediately putting herself on death's door. We shot and swung at the fake but she absorbed the blows. Don't make none sense. As she ran she cackled about getting another member of Clan Ashenforge. Not on my watch! There was also an animated suit of armor activated, but we managed to deal with it quick enough.
Now all we had to do was escort the shorty and the tinys back into Onadbyr to the hall an' figure out the hell's goin' on. We'll avenge ye yet, Voml. I promise it. The grudge will be stricken!