Sunday, 6 October 2019

Dead Drow tell no tales

Singrid flicks a strand of her long, luxurious, pure white hair, behind a delicately pointed ear.
The Dragon disciple’s plan had failed spectacularly and Thereanthor’s skull probably destroyed.
Her eight-legged deity would be furious but she knew she was blameless. She had openly disagreed with her superiors and been very vocal in her distaste about colluding with the humans. Evil or otherwise.
Still, she admitted, the opportunities presented by their cooperation, were too fantastic to dismiss.
If they were successful, the world of Fissa would be made over in their image!
A quarter of her squad had been captured but fortunately, all of them had been killed before being given the chance to reveal the greater plan.
Even now, her masters were unsure if these interfering do-gooders even understood what it was they were attempting to stop?
The young, red-headed Barbarian’s desire to kill everyone in his path had thankfully, prevented them from actually learning anything.

Treasure from Drow soldiers:

5 x MW Rapier 
85 x arrows
7 x Drow Injury Poison: (Ft DC:13: Unconscious for 1 min / Unconscious for 5 hrs)
Money: 18pp, 82gp, 291sp

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