Pharast 21st, 4711 AR
The mangy hounds sat about a campfire on the mountainside planning their drunken assault on the unsuspecting environs of Kelmerane. Barking and hissing into the night the gnolls were too busy to notice the creature circling their camp. Too busy, that was until it’s powerful fangs found their throats…
Arturas crouched low to the ground. He had just picked up the trail to his quarry… it led him deeper into the Brazen Peaks…
“I don’t know how I feel about this man. We’ve never taken our patrol out this far before.”
Dashki pressed himself against a large stone blending in with the surrounding desert mountains.
“I know Dashki… but the tracks lead this way and we have to follow.”
Further still into unknown territory the duo found more and more signs of heavy gnoll activity. Several bands passed by unawares of their stealthy guests.
“This aint looking good man. We better turn back,” Dashki whispered in a nervous sweat.
“But these tracks are fresh. Look… they lead into that cave!”
The stone walls dyed red from stinking gore and the bloody mounds of gnoll flesh. The air gagged them as they pushed forward, the sticky floor trying to pull them from their course.
“May the Dawnflower keep us Dashki… this doesn’t look good.”
“You really think a single leopard caused all this man? Katapeshi or not this is crazy!”
Arturas remained silent as he trudged on. The cave twisted deeper and grew humid with blood as the heat seemed to only rise.
“It’s no leopard we’re looking for.”
Arturas whispered a spell as light grew from the tip of his arrow. He let it fly piercing through the last living gnoll’s head. The lifeless body dropped a rusty dagger once poised to strike as it slumped to the floor. The light then fell upon a motionless dwarven form.
“C’mon Magni, lets get you out of here,” Arturas heaved the dwarf up to his feet and braced against him.
“Errrrr… uhhh. What?… Oh. Sorry fellas. I really thought I tied myself down again… must not have made it in time.” Magni muttered as his new found consciousness was washed with grief.
“Dont worry big guy, we’ll get you out of here. C’mon Dashki give me a hand here.”
The confused Dashki took up the dwarf’s other side.
“I don’t know what’s going on here man but I don’t see how we’re gonna sneak our way back out of here.”
“Neither do I”
A tall, confident gnoll stood in their path. His gray fur interrupted by scars. They had surely been caught, cornered with no way of escape. Dashki was the first to go down as their enemy quickly disarmed both his weapons and slammed him to the ground. Magni made a brave attempt to slow down the brute while Arturas lined up a shot but it was no use. He swatted the pitiful arrow from the air and bore down upon his prey. Just before tearing into Arturas’ flesh the gnoll let out a gurgling whimper as a spear burst through his throat.
“So there you are Kikkling!” giggled none other than the harpy Undrella as she released the gnoll to his final slumber. “Are you and your little boyfriends done here sweetie?”
“I told you not to call me that!” spat Arturas as he jumped up and gathered his wits about him.
The bird woman dangling on his every move.
“Oh no need to be so shy lover. All this blood has gotten me in the mood deary! Keee!”
…Needless to say Arturas, Magni, and Dashki were all able to summon enough strength to outrun whatever gnolls may have pursued them from the cave. Not to mention the deranged harpy playfully nipping at their heels!