Helping people hasn’t always come easy for me. One would think spending years calling a monastery home that helping others would be second nature. But when I saw the smoke funneling up towards the sky it reminded me of the day…THE DAY that everything changed for me… and with that I knew this could not be ignored.
As my friend Unitorn and myself made it to the top of the mountain just outside of the gates to the Dwarven City we saw a group of people standing in awe. Upon a quick introduction everybody got to work, with Unitorn singing to help those hurt and myself denying any foul beast with air in its lungs a chance at continuing this assault.
I saw a human (Grayson) with a bow firing arrows at some creatures that were stuck under rocks and for a moment was admiring the skill in which he shot with, hopefully after this I can sit down and have a conversation with him.
After we had finished outside the gates the King of this city asked for our help in clearing the city of any enemies and offering assistance to any citizens still alive. I thought to myself “I’m already in waist deep water so I may as well continue to the other side.”
The group and I walked down a corridor and to our horror saw a young girl restrained to a table with four creatures surrounding her. It was us that stuck first as the human archer and myself fired arrows at the more humanish looking being. Then in disbelief saw one of the winged creatures fly directly through a rock wall!
The creature had attempted to attack us from the rear but was met with a thunderous wave from Unitorn that knocked the beast back and despite its attempts to hide in the shadows was ultimately slain by all of us.
Once we had cleared the area we released the girl and restrained the one human with two arrows sticking out of him to the table. That is when things got strange as a spirit from beyond appeared and asked for our help again (Dwarves needing help is a reoccurring theme so far.)
As he seeming floated down a cylinder shaped hole in the floor the group followed suit, and as I took a closer look it this hole has invisible steps leading down. As I “float” down this cylinder shaped cavern I can’t help but wonder if I have had the sun kiss my face for the last time.