I awake to find the party downstairs in the Crown and Cup along with the children. The first move we would make today would be to get rid of the children, right? No. The group first decides we are going to Q's. Ugh, how I dread Q's establishment. So naturally we leave the children behind, right? Nope. We are bringing them along with us to be subject to Q's nonsense.
So we are traveling along to Q's, and of course I take position to wait outside along with the children, but then I hear some sort of shouting going on and of course my brother is standing right in the doorway blocking my view of what in the world could be happening. It doesn't take long, however, until we have the restless dead on our heels! Where on Treialle did these fiends come from?! I bet the group is wishing we were rid of the children now!
These undead abominations appear to have some sort of uncanny resilience and simply refuse to die. What's worse is when they appear to be weakened they in fact go into some sort of frenzy and start lashing out wildly. To make matters worse the children are clearly easy prey for the creatures and they aren't doing much in the way of defending themselves. How could they? They have no combat training or any knowledge of what to do in this sort of situation. Hell, I don't even know what I should be doing in this situation.
Unfortunately it isn't long before the ravenous undead are upon the children. We did everything we could to save the poor souls, but there was simply nothing more that could be done. It was with deep regret that I had to put them down. I may not have cared much for Billy or Bobby or whatever the poor lads name was, but I thought certainly Janice had potential. At first I thought to myself, "how could I do such a thing?" but after careful consideration it simply came down to me or them, and that is not a hard decision. With the zombie menace taken care of from the outside it's time for me to check and see what my brother is dealing with from within.
When I went to take a peak inside to what could possibly be happening I saw most of my companions present and then nothing else but darkness. I could feel the fear seeping within my body as the hair on my skin started to raise. The dragonborn was notably absent, presumably consumed by whatever darkness was ahead. The party has suffered worse loses I suppose.
I felt ashamed, but I simply could not muster the mettle required of me to enter the enveloping blackness, and it wasn't long until my companions were all devoured by it. My heart had sunk. There was no hope here. How was I, one man, suppose to save my entire party. I mean, I never cease to amaze myself at what I am capable of, and I also realize that as the most valuable member of the party it would be rather fortuitous that I be the sole survivor to live on and continue our legacy and share their story. But it was then that something occurred to me. With all this commotion going on in town, where on Triealle were the guards!? Another spark of brilliance! What if they were here? Or at the very least, what if whom or whatever inside belived them to be. This was to be my greatest ruse yet!
So I decided to pose as a commnader, or whatever, of the town guard of mercifully offer this villain a quiet and clean surrender. All the while of course being ready to sink my arrow deep in his throat the moment he lay down his arms. I called once. No response. I call a second time thinking surely this fool will see reason. No response. By this point I'm assured my companions are no more and I send a final warning to the villain that arrows are about to rain upon him. I fire. It doesn't appear that my arrow has made purchase. I now wait. In fear.
The darkness finally subsides, and low and behold. My companions are alive! It's not often in life you are able to experience such joy as I experience in that moment. How good it was to see my brother standing strong, and how admire him for being able to do what I cannot. I call out to my brother to ask what has happened to the criminal to which he informs me of his planned escape out the back. Not today. I quickly dash outside of the disheveled shop and finally meet this would be escapee. I witness him reach out and fell my Glacian friend. It was then I realized this was no simple minded villain, and that he would not come easy. I decide then the only fair punishment for the crimes he's committed here is an arrow to the chest. I let my arrow fly true.
It's done. The villain is in dire condition, but it appears he will yet live. A fortunate end for him. We are then greeted by the sheriff and his deputy. Just in time. I leave it to them to take matter over from here. We then go on to deal with the ungrateful half-elf Que. Bastard is still surly with me ever after I've saved his life! We are handsomely rewarded, though, with a seemingly bottomless bag. One which I would very much like to have in my possession, but my brother doesn't seem to like the idea. After wasting more time with Que the group decides to go off and speak with the deputy.
The deputy is a very proud man. He also appears to have be the one who posted the guild mission about the missing children. We made sure to omit the fate of the children we saved, and in the end I was able to convince the man that the fey beings which were preying on the children were no longer a threat. After being satisfied with our work we were paid. Although I need to remember to count those crowns…
The last order of business for the day is attending the trial of the offender we apprehended earlier at Q's. We were stopped when we arrived by the charming elf lady we had run into before. She plead that we spare the man the fate he deserved. If I have anything to say about it, though, the man will hang. So we made our case with the judge and during recess we were met but a particular gnome. He was interesting to say the least. He talked of life and death and how his people were wrongly being taken from their bodies too soon as the result of some sort of magics. Everything he said seemed to make sense, and he had research to back it up, but he expected us to sign our lives away on a piece of paper to show our support for him. And as much as I wanted to help I consider my life a bit more valuable that what he was offering. Which was basically nothing. We now patiently await the verdict for the villain elf.
Note to self: don't forget to check the money pouches.