Meetings and Beatings
The small goblin that Tak had shoved out of the way witnessed the death of Galarion, and gave chase as Tak ran from the scene. Gallidad checked around himself, to make sure no-one was watching the chase. Forming the foribben arcane symbols in the air, he wove a spell and threw it at Tak. The hulking half-orc fell with a solid tump and slid forward, his massive chin acting a keel of sorts, parting the ground in front of him.
When Tak awoke, the goblin was grinning above him, pointing towards a cart on the side of the road.
“The cart did it.”
A crash and several splinters later, Tak considered himself avenged. Gallidad suggested a quick cooling ale, and led Tak towards a nearby watering hole.
Similarias the White Light was starting to get miffed. These peasants where insulting him! He wished to gamble with gold, and all they produced was copper. They were trying to get the better of him. A lesson must be taught, for the good of them all! He drew his massive bastard sword, and lifted the peasant’s chin with the tip. He spoke a few words of wisdom, and left the table for the bar, where and interesting little monkey man had just taken up a perch.
Sure enough, the other two mismatched heroes enter. Tak remembers his friend, after a pause, and sits next to Ned. The four introduce themselves over three ales and a glass of milk for Tak, the formidable half orc.
When the city guard appeared was shown into the building, they all took notice. Tak had just been party to a killing, Ned dealt the final blow, Gallidad had just been casting spells, and Similarias realised that the gambler showing the guard in looked a little familar to him, and was sporting a nick on the chin.
The guards asked the four of them to put down any weapons, and come with them.
Nedly put his weapon down immediately. With force. Into the watchman’s skull.
Bottles flew, patrons ran, crossbow bolts whizzed past. Tak managed to get his fist stuck into a table, and Gallidad fell from his sniping position off the bar, luckily managing to draw a bead on the other guard through the table legs. The first guard was dispatched quickly, but the second wasn’t so easy. A flying leap by Tak tried to cut off his escape, but only succeded in giving his face more of a gravel rash. The guard ran, calling for backup.
Time for the four of them to leg it.
