Post by Wixspartan on Jun 5, 2024 21:38:41 GMT
The shield leans against the wall of the rented room as Adelard thumbs through his prayer book.
He thinks about yesterday's events, the goblins and their soul eaters. It was a normal enough start to a mission, his recent arrival to Kantas had brought him past the notice board where he had spied the sheet requesting adventurers. Merchants were getting ambushed on the way to Kundar, defenceless civilians. The money wasn't much but he had never cared about money, it was the principal, his oath, his teachings. His companions were far less ideologically motivated of course but that could only have been expected. The pirate, Safire, was an interesting one, a sorcerer he found out later, and a harnesser of the winds and storms. Fern was another caster, a rather curious lizardfolk wizard, he still fondly remembered their interest in fiends and their long conversation on the subject. It had been a long time since he had taught others, the monastery had been very insistent that the older members teach the newer recruits. He wrote Azier off originally as another layabout adventurer, but their divine presence... Adelard had not seen that for a long time. But the true holy might was of course Zaspar, what a young spark but with such conviction. He remembered so many of the younger recruits like him, perhaps he should track the Holy Fist down. Erron... Erron was a curious one, the crossbow wielding rogue seemed incompetent at first but the more he watched him the more he saw just how dangerous Erron could be...
He remembers how the plan came together, the hired cart rolling down the road as they posed as merchants. The ambush itself was chaos at first as the goblins broke through the brush firing from their hidden positions, shots hitting into the canvas and even the adventurers by his side. He cursed his inability to defend them but it didn't take long for the rest of the party to fire back in turn. The fight was quick, they yielded easily, although later developments would prove the two goblins that fell as more victim than aggressor. He was glad he could at least give them the rites they deserved, and he knew it was wrong to try and blame Safire, she did what was right. After yielding they explained their plight. They were not bandits or rogues, but merchants themselves, brewers who came to their cave to grow its wonderful mushrooms. But they were forced into this life by those they called "Soul Stealers", Bargheists. He knew them of course, remembered reading the texts of the monastery, the lists and lists of foes and their weaknesses. As he sits and thumbs through his prayers he smiles, the Great Watcher really had guided him yesterday, guided him to this quest. Helm had known the fiends would be found if only the right servant was guided to them. The charge had begun, the party descending through the woods to the cave and through a back entrance. As soon as he entered he could smell the fiend's stench. Posing as goblins they had conquered these poor innocents.
With a guiding light from Fern he had braced his shield and charged forwards, spewing righteous anger at the foul creatures that had preyed upon these innocents. His shield gave light to his allies who with ease descended upon the Bargheists and destroyed them thoroughly.
He closes the book with a sigh and begins to unstrap the plates and pieces that make up his armour, piece by piece his shielding melts, finally shedding itself as Adelard carefully removes his left gauntlet last. Soon he will be needed again but for now he will trust the watcher and guard to protect him in sleep.
He thinks about yesterday's events, the goblins and their soul eaters. It was a normal enough start to a mission, his recent arrival to Kantas had brought him past the notice board where he had spied the sheet requesting adventurers. Merchants were getting ambushed on the way to Kundar, defenceless civilians. The money wasn't much but he had never cared about money, it was the principal, his oath, his teachings. His companions were far less ideologically motivated of course but that could only have been expected. The pirate, Safire, was an interesting one, a sorcerer he found out later, and a harnesser of the winds and storms. Fern was another caster, a rather curious lizardfolk wizard, he still fondly remembered their interest in fiends and their long conversation on the subject. It had been a long time since he had taught others, the monastery had been very insistent that the older members teach the newer recruits. He wrote Azier off originally as another layabout adventurer, but their divine presence... Adelard had not seen that for a long time. But the true holy might was of course Zaspar, what a young spark but with such conviction. He remembered so many of the younger recruits like him, perhaps he should track the Holy Fist down. Erron... Erron was a curious one, the crossbow wielding rogue seemed incompetent at first but the more he watched him the more he saw just how dangerous Erron could be...
He remembers how the plan came together, the hired cart rolling down the road as they posed as merchants. The ambush itself was chaos at first as the goblins broke through the brush firing from their hidden positions, shots hitting into the canvas and even the adventurers by his side. He cursed his inability to defend them but it didn't take long for the rest of the party to fire back in turn. The fight was quick, they yielded easily, although later developments would prove the two goblins that fell as more victim than aggressor. He was glad he could at least give them the rites they deserved, and he knew it was wrong to try and blame Safire, she did what was right. After yielding they explained their plight. They were not bandits or rogues, but merchants themselves, brewers who came to their cave to grow its wonderful mushrooms. But they were forced into this life by those they called "Soul Stealers", Bargheists. He knew them of course, remembered reading the texts of the monastery, the lists and lists of foes and their weaknesses. As he sits and thumbs through his prayers he smiles, the Great Watcher really had guided him yesterday, guided him to this quest. Helm had known the fiends would be found if only the right servant was guided to them. The charge had begun, the party descending through the woods to the cave and through a back entrance. As soon as he entered he could smell the fiend's stench. Posing as goblins they had conquered these poor innocents.
With a guiding light from Fern he had braced his shield and charged forwards, spewing righteous anger at the foul creatures that had preyed upon these innocents. His shield gave light to his allies who with ease descended upon the Bargheists and destroyed them thoroughly.
He closes the book with a sigh and begins to unstrap the plates and pieces that make up his armour, piece by piece his shielding melts, finally shedding itself as Adelard carefully removes his left gauntlet last. Soon he will be needed again but for now he will trust the watcher and guard to protect him in sleep.
