Excerpt from “My Adventures – The Life of Theros Vitalstatistix, vol.2”
It turns out, the dead don’t like staying dead. Just over a bridge, spanning a rushing torrent of a river, stood a child like creature with what looked like a skull helmet. Something else was behind it, but proved difficult to see.
Realising quickly that this thing was the decayed hopes of a dead lonely child, Theros cried out that it was an Attic Whisperer. Where he had heard of this foul thing, he couldn’t remember, but something about them caused all sound within a short radius to be cancelled, meaning that the very help he provided the party would be negated if they didn’t destroy this thing either from range or very quickly, preferably both.
Nuggs’ wolf charged off ahead, along with Barney. The wolf was intercepted by a large, foul, hand that crawled out from under the bridge. Being attacked by that, the Attic Whisperer and seeing another undead creature, clearly a Crypt Thing, from the looks of it, caused the poor beast to cower in fear for the remainder of the fight.
Barney reached the Hand and smote it mightily with his falchion, globs of pus and ichor spraying from the new wound, causing him some temporary difficulty. Each time he attacked, more pus flew from it, until Barney was covered in it and for some reason, unable to move.
Theros shot arrows at the Attic Whisper and the Hand, trying to whittle away the enemies so that the wolf and Barney would not be killed. Cue Desna to the rescue. Nuggs new found belief in his abilities led him to summoning mighty wolves to aid us, and Ashe called upon Desna’s aid to smite these foul undead things. Between the two, the fight was going quite well.
It was at this point that the Crypt Thing became a substantial issue. The Idiot was quite happily sniping away with magic when the Crypt Thing appeared next to him and sent him fleeing in a (possibly) magically induced terror. It then moved towards Theros and proceed to attack him, vicious talons on its fingers leading the way.
A hurried spell that Theros had been practicing in secret resulted in three illusionary versions of himself appearing and the Crypt Thing attacked them, saving Theros’ life. He kept moving away, firing arrows and hoping he could survive long enough for help to arrive. Luckily, it did as the rest of the party was able to mop up the other two creatures and then finish off the Crypt Thing.
The idiot finally came back…
Reaching Digon finally was a relief. For a few brief moments at any rate, until the Mayor ran roughshod over any respite that might have been gained. Pulling his son away, he told him to finish his adventuring and have a little fun before taking over from him as the Mayor later in life. Apparently the Willsens (Ashe’s ill begotten family) harboured desires to run the town and Theros was the only hope.
After travelling for so long, staying in this poky little hamlet was the last thing Theros wanted, and unable to convince his father otherwise, he agreed, fully intending to ignore the promise and come up with a better plan.
“Little sister? You want to be Mayor right? How’s about we make that happen?
Theros would work on changing laws in Hexagon, while he tasked his sister to start winning the hearts and minds of the townsfolk, so that when the laws did change, she would already be the logical choice. Plan made, Theros skipped town almost immediately, feeling absolutely no guilt whatsoever.
A short trip back to the mines to see Vigeo proved that some good had come of helping those families after all. Some of the group decided to leave their money with the miners, rather than at the village. And they had even managed to get rid of the lone basilisks left in there!
Carrying on from the mines Theros led his group to Hexagon.
Arriving in Hexagon, the party split up and went various ways, but Theros made his way directly to John Rust. The receptionist clearly recognised him and let him walk right on through. The benefit of a little notoriety evident.
“Need to talk to you about the Caverns of Doom, John.”
Rust looked a little distant before asking to be met back in the morning. He cleared his diary of all appointments, so clearly this was going to be an important and in-depth meeting.
With little else to do, Theros made his way back to the Blue Oyster Tavern, noting more and more sick people around. Once at the tavern, it was made very clear that some form of illness was making the rounds, and with communication with the Gods appearing to be in something of a decline, to put it mildly, there was no way to stop the illness spreading.
Naturally, Theros enjoyed the company of the ladies for the evening regardless, trusting that his own healer would be able to look after him should anything go awry…
Ashe was in hot demand from the moment he walked through the city gates, and the following morning was no different. He was led off to the quarantine zone while Theros dealt with the acting leader of the city, getting more information about the Caverns of Doom.
Turned out, clearing an entire mornings worth of appointments was something of an overkill. John had been sent there by some mysterious figure, with very specific instructions to only complete the first four tasks (of five apparently) and how he could beat them. Since he knew what to expect, he stocked up on copious amounts of healing and followed his instructions to the letter, leaving the caverns after completing the first four. This would have been helpful, but unfortunately, after somebody completes a challenge, the challenge will change, and since John went 30 years ago, it was highly likely that at least some of the challenges had been completed.
From there, it was obvious that Theros would lead the group into the relatively unknown and the best option was to ensure that there was a lot of healing available. Theros made a mental note to discuss this with Ashe and stock up on wands, scrolls and potions.
Thanks John, Theros made his way to the quarantine zone to assist Nugg and Ashe. As it turned out, the basic healing was mostly done thanks to Ashe channelling Desna, and anything left was cleaned up by Nugg and where necessary, Theros helped as well. But it was the curing of the diseases that really endeared Ashe to the populous…
…and some well placed words, spoken in the right ears, by Theros…
“If Ashe Willsen is the only one that can still cast healing spells like this, then surely he must be the most favoured of the Gods. Perhaps, this means there is really only ONE God? And since he follows Desna, that must be it.”
The rumours travelled far and wide, faster than many would have deemed possible. Ashe’s renown grew so quickly, he became known as Desna’s avatar, delivering tenents and proving faith will be both tested and rewarded.
Although perhaps developing a mob mentality was not quite what Theros was after, he certainly grew Desna’s reach in Hexagon.
Ashe was so hounded several days later that he ended up fleeing the mobs while invisible and left the city, just to escape. It sounded like this was probably the best time since the bulk of the curing had been dealt with anyway.
Leaving the city, the group made their way to the town of Circle. It was decided that Circle was the stop required to stock up on magic as there was apparently a magic store there. It was a weeks worth of travel, but luckily for Theros, he didn’t have to travel far before his boredom could set in…after all, what good would travel be is some horrible undead thing didn’t attack?
That dear readers, is sarcasm of the highest order.
A horrible creature, that fitted the description Theros had heard from a tall tavern tale, called a Berbalang waited for the group. While there were a few scary things about this creature, like some sort of ability to split it’s body and soul and attack, the group used a well honed tactic to defeat it.
They rushed it.
Little skill, less finesse, and a violent end was met. Desna must be sick of all the undead creatures roaming around. Regardless, it was onwards to Circle.